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.
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!
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.
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?”