It’s official! My firstborn is thirteen years old today. It seems unbelievable, and yet obvious. I mean – he’s taller than me by a couple of inches, his feet are huge, and his voice is not the voice of a sweet little boy anymore. Time, friends, has flown by.
I’ve written about his name a few times:
It also seems like a good moment to share this post, a reflection on things I’ve learned over the years, as a name blogger and a parent:
I’m about to head off for presents and cake, but before I go:
- A thought: maybe we obsess over matching sibsets not because they have to match, but because it’s a useful way to limit our choices. With an infinite number of names to consider, deciding that we want an Irish, nickname-proof name that matches Liam and Maeve is a very easy way to rule out thousands of possibilities.
- British Baby Names looks at Phoebe.
- “So to have something as basic as what I named my child constantly questioned and judged came as a surprise.” Lots of interesting takeaways from this Memphis Moms column.
- The 2017 Name of the Year is Harvey. Laura shares an interesting analysis of how current events impact names.
- About those sexuplet names!
- Duana tackles the phenomenon of having a harder time naming your second child.
- How fun is this game?
- This baby’s story is amazing, and so is her name!
- Okay, I’m really liking Rodion.
That’s all for now! As always, thank you for reading – and have a great week!