Someone 
had asked me how I came up with such lovely names for all my children, and I responded that I would give you the scoop so here it is.
In our house this game has always been left up to my husband. If I have to suffer 9 months of indigestion, reflux, weight gain, varicose veins, mood swings and a baby kicking my insides like some tae kwon do champion well then choosing a name for our child is the least he can do – but of course I have to agree to and actually like the name.
He takes this job very seriously and something that should be really quite simple becomes this obsessive issue that goes on for almost the entire pregnancy. He insists on ensuring that each child has a proper middle name so that the child’s initials means something.
Our oldest child Marie has the initials M.I.K. giving her the nick name MIK, Joshua’s are JFK, Sebastian’s SDK, Arielle ASK, Zachary ZAK, the twins Thatcher and Tanner are TIK. and TAK (remember it wasn’t me!) and Ryley’s initials are RAK – my husband likes this one the best and says hopefully Ryley will be a boob man when he gets older so he can really appreciate the initials – how typical!
Our oldest child Marie has the initials M.I.K. giving her the nick name MIK, Joshua’s are JFK, Sebastian’s SDK, Arielle ASK, Zachary ZAK, the twins Thatcher and Tanner are TIK. and TAK (remember it wasn’t me!) and Ryley’s initials are RAK – my husband likes this one the best and says hopefully Ryley will be a boob man when he gets older so he can really appreciate the initials – how typical!
Now I will give him credit, the children have lovely names and wonderful initials that do mean something (to him anyway) however, eight children later I can’t even remember who is who, and let’s face it you don’t sound very authoritative when you can’t remember your child’s name. For some reason they just don’t take you seriously when you shout out “SebasZak, er, Joshu Rylearie, holy cow whatever your name is! You know who I want!”
The children seem to believe there is something Freudian in the entire name calling thing. Their attempts to make me feel guilty by claiming that if I really loved them I wouldn’t forget who they are, is useless. I love Mary……. Mark……. Trisha …….. Sam ……… and with the same affection I love Jake ……. Maria ……. Ryley….. Sab ….. jeez they know who they are.
The children seem to believe there is something Freudian in the entire name calling thing. Their attempts to make me feel guilty by claiming that if I really loved them I wouldn’t forget who they are, is useless. I love Mary……. Mark……. Trisha …….. Sam ……… and with the same affection I love Jake ……. Maria ……. Ryley….. Sab ….. jeez they know who they are.
It is a good day when I actually remember what I called the child for in the first place, let alone what their name is. They should be grateful for that at least! Maybe because there are so many children running around, and I have lost so many brain cells, I get confused – yeah that must be it. At one point I decided to call them all the same name to avoid any confusion and mix ups and dreamed about what would happen when I called out “Hey you, come here.” All the children came running with smiles on their faces. “Hey you, clean up the TV room.” They all start picking up clothes, toys and DVD’s. “Hey you, go clean your room.” Once again they all rushed off to make their beds, and pick up clothes and toys off the floor. (Are you are seeing the pattern here? clothes, toys – remember eight children).
Like I said, I dreamed about it, what really happened is that they all snorted and looked at me with the blank stare they have all seemed to have mastered and walked away laughing and discussing of course about how I must be having a nervous breakdown.
Shortly after that disaster I finally came up with what I thought to be a pretty good solution. Call them by their birth order. “Hey number one come here!” It worked! Marie came running but was quite annoyed as she was in the middle of texting her friend.
Some don’t get it though, like lucky number three Sebastian. I shouted out to him several times the other day. “Josh……. Marie……. er…..er…..Sam….number three! Hey Number three! Okay how long to have to shout before you answer me?”
Shortly after that disaster I finally came up with what I thought to be a pretty good solution. Call them by their birth order. “Hey number one come here!” It worked! Marie came running but was quite annoyed as she was in the middle of texting her friend.
Some don’t get it though, like lucky number three Sebastian. I shouted out to him several times the other day. “Josh……. Marie……. er…..er…..Sam….number three! Hey Number three! Okay how long to have to shout before you answer me?”
“When you get it right!” he shouted back.
“Well I was close……..wasn’t I?”
“Sam was sort of close.”
“Hmmm…. I always like the name Sam. I should have told Daddy to give you that name.” I laughed.
“Then why did you name me Sebastian?” He demanded.
“Well daddy liked it, and it was easy for me to remember.”
Until next time
Chantel, momof8crazymonkeys
Chantel, momof8crazymonkeys
Really composed in the near future
blog post. riveting wish
Outstanding highly Thank you
Yes Tik and Tak – they were even born in that order:) I think I should get a shirt for each of them that say TIK on one and then TAK on the other. LOL
TIK TAK??? OMG I love that!!!
I have to admit that choosing names was one of my favourite things about pregnancy. We never found out the gender of any of our babies, opting for delivery surprises so each time we have to come up with a boy and girl name. I enjoyed that part very much.
Heh. My husband and I nicknamed each other “Sam” years ago… and that’s how we call the children if there’s ever a lapse in remembering their names. Of course, we only have two of them – I blame this on oldness.
Lovely names, lady! Your husband did a good job!!