The girls and I, along with my mom, were invited to a baby shower a few weeks ago and…uh…no…my son was not very happy about it.
"Why can't I go?"
[hands on hips]
"Because, it's for girls ONLY!"
My 9-year-old, however, was THRILLED…until…the part where they played what turned out to be some pretty fun baby shower games.
For example, to help break the ice, guests who liked the names their parents chose for them were asked to stand in the living room and those who, you know, unliked their name moved to the dining room.
My mother (a.k.a. Eva) and I happen to like our names and, even if we didn't, she and I were very happy to stay, right where we were and, you know, not have to lose our seats.
Besides, it was sort of fun watching my teenagers (a.k.a. Holly and Heather) freeze, then rock back and forth, indecisively, for once.
What?
I told them it was perfectly okay if they didn't like their names (eventually) and, since they are 17 and 15, that I would not be offended, in the least, seeing as, at this point in the game, they dislike most everything my husband, Garth (not his real name) and I say, or do, anyway.
My mother then tapped me on my shoulder, pointed toward the dining room and there was my youngest daughter (a.k.a. Hope) with her arms folded across her chest and standing, right there, in the front row.
"I wanted to be called Robin!"
The room burst into laughter (I have that affect on people, sometimes) and, well, shame on me for not listening to her, in the first place and the REAL funny thing is, Robin WAS on our list.
FLASH FORWARD TO YESTERDAY: After asking my son to take out the garbage for, like, the eleventeenth time, he just stood there, with arms folded across his chest, in the middle of the kitchen.
"WHAT?"
[frowning]
"You just called me Hope!"
Really?
"Which time?"
After hollering, for somebody, or anybody, to do something, after all these years, I sort of forget.
[hands on hips]
"My name is Glen!"
I knew that.
"How come my name doesn't start with an H, like the girls?"
Because, Heidi wouldn't have worked and I told him that there's a pretty neat story behind the reason why we chose the name, Glen (with one N only, please) but, I will save it for another blog post (you're welcome) also, Hunter Thompson was taken.
"I know, I know, it means a quiet place for salsa."
[grin]
"Actually, it's solace, Hope, not salsa."
[hands on hips]
"Actually, it's Robin!"
UGH!
"WHATEVER!"
Apparently, no one says whatever anymore and, I get it, as a parent of teens and tweens, the only thing hip about me is, you know, my hips….or, should is be are…I forget?
Morale of the Story: Picking out baby names is hard; having to explain it to your teens and tweens is even harder; just ask the Baby Name Genie!!!
Because, clearly, Ella Scarlett, Reese Delilha, Layton Maurice and Perla Danielle Thompson sound, you know, waaaaay hipper, right?
Fiiiiine, but try hollering those names, five times, real fast, go ahead, I'll wait.
© 2003 – 2011 This Full House
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140 responses to “Shoulda Asked the Baby Name Genie”
You’re so right. Can you imagine some of the celebrities who have children w/ unusual names, yelling to them that dinner’s ready? (not that all of them do, but…)
“Apple!!!”
“Moses!!!”
“Kal-el!” (<--that one belongs to Nicolas Cage)
You’re so right. Can you imagine some of the celebrities who have children w/ unusual names, yelling to them that dinner’s ready? (not that all of them do, but…)
“Apple!!!”
“Moses!!!”
“Kal-el!” (<--that one belongs to Nicolas Cage)
You’re so right. Can you imagine some of the celebrities who have children w/ unusual names, yelling to them that dinner’s ready? (not that all of them do, but…)
“Apple!!!”
“Moses!!!”
“Kal-el!” (<--that one belongs to Nicolas Cage)
You’re so right. Can you imagine some of the celebrities who have children w/ unusual names, yelling to them that dinner’s ready? (not that all of them do, but…)
“Apple!!!”
“Moses!!!”
“Kal-el!” (<--that one belongs to Nicolas Cage)
You’re so right. Can you imagine some of the celebrities who have children w/ unusual names, yelling to them that dinner’s ready? (not that all of them do, but…)
“Apple!!!”
“Moses!!!”
“Kal-el!” (<--that one belongs to Nicolas Cage)
You’re so right. Can you imagine some of the celebrities who have children w/ unusual names, yelling to them that dinner’s ready? (not that all of them do, but…)
“Apple!!!”
“Moses!!!”
“Kal-el!” (<--that one belongs to Nicolas Cage)
You’re so right. Can you imagine some of the celebrities who have children w/ unusual names, yelling to them that dinner’s ready? (not that all of them do, but…)
“Apple!!!”
“Moses!!!”
“Kal-el!” (<--that one belongs to Nicolas Cage)
Too funny. My daughter (7yo) is constantly changing her name. She is Isabel Kathryn and sports the nickname Ellie Kate, but for the last year has informed all her teachers and classmates that she is Isabella Claire (with the nickname Izzy or Bella) or Jessica. This made parent-teacher conferences quite entertaining. 😉
Too funny. My daughter (7yo) is constantly changing her name. She is Isabel Kathryn and sports the nickname Ellie Kate, but for the last year has informed all her teachers and classmates that she is Isabella Claire (with the nickname Izzy or Bella) or Jessica. This made parent-teacher conferences quite entertaining. 😉
Too funny. My daughter (7yo) is constantly changing her name. She is Isabel Kathryn and sports the nickname Ellie Kate, but for the last year has informed all her teachers and classmates that she is Isabella Claire (with the nickname Izzy or Bella) or Jessica. This made parent-teacher conferences quite entertaining. 😉
Too funny. My daughter (7yo) is constantly changing her name. She is Isabel Kathryn and sports the nickname Ellie Kate, but for the last year has informed all her teachers and classmates that she is Isabella Claire (with the nickname Izzy or Bella) or Jessica. This made parent-teacher conferences quite entertaining. 😉
Too funny. My daughter (7yo) is constantly changing her name. She is Isabel Kathryn and sports the nickname Ellie Kate, but for the last year has informed all her teachers and classmates that she is Isabella Claire (with the nickname Izzy or Bella) or Jessica. This made parent-teacher conferences quite entertaining. 😉
Too funny. My daughter (7yo) is constantly changing her name. She is Isabel Kathryn and sports the nickname Ellie Kate, but for the last year has informed all her teachers and classmates that she is Isabella Claire (with the nickname Izzy or Bella) or Jessica. This made parent-teacher conferences quite entertaining. 😉
Too funny. My daughter (7yo) is constantly changing her name. She is Isabel Kathryn and sports the nickname Ellie Kate, but for the last year has informed all her teachers and classmates that she is Isabella Claire (with the nickname Izzy or Bella) or Jessica. This made parent-teacher conferences quite entertaining. 😉
Oh, Tanya, how your comment made me laugh…thanks 🙂
Oh, Tanya, how your comment made me laugh…thanks 🙂
Oh, Tanya, how your comment made me laugh…thanks 🙂
Oh, Tanya, how your comment made me laugh…thanks 🙂
Oh, Tanya, how your comment made me laugh…thanks 🙂
Oh, Tanya, how your comment made me laugh…thanks 🙂
Oh, Tanya, how your comment made me laugh…thanks 🙂
As if it wasn't hard enough to be Superman's son, right, Melisa (with one S!)
As if it wasn't hard enough to be Superman's son, right, Melisa (with one S!)
As if it wasn't hard enough to be Superman's son, right, Melisa (with one S!)
As if it wasn't hard enough to be Superman's son, right, Melisa (with one S!)
As if it wasn't hard enough to be Superman's son, right, Melisa (with one S!)
As if it wasn't hard enough to be Superman's son, right, Melisa (with one S!)
As if it wasn't hard enough to be Superman's son, right, Melisa (with one S!)
You are SO right. I cannot wait until we have kids– and it’s also why we picked easy names: Olivia Harper for a girl and Emerson Brooks for a boy. Our third child will be the wildcard name. hahahahah.
You are SO right. I cannot wait until we have kids– and it’s also why we picked easy names: Olivia Harper for a girl and Emerson Brooks for a boy. Our third child will be the wildcard name. hahahahah.
You are SO right. I cannot wait until we have kids– and it’s also why we picked easy names: Olivia Harper for a girl and Emerson Brooks for a boy. Our third child will be the wildcard name. hahahahah.
You are SO right. I cannot wait until we have kids– and it’s also why we picked easy names: Olivia Harper for a girl and Emerson Brooks for a boy. Our third child will be the wildcard name. hahahahah.
You are SO right. I cannot wait until we have kids– and it’s also why we picked easy names: Olivia Harper for a girl and Emerson Brooks for a boy. Our third child will be the wildcard name. hahahahah.
You are SO right. I cannot wait until we have kids– and it’s also why we picked easy names: Olivia Harper for a girl and Emerson Brooks for a boy. Our third child will be the wildcard name. hahahahah.
You are SO right. I cannot wait until we have kids– and it’s also why we picked easy names: Olivia Harper for a girl and Emerson Brooks for a boy. Our third child will be the wildcard name. hahahahah.
Ohhhh, you are SO good at this, already, Heather. Then again, I am not surprised 🙂
Ohhhh, you are SO good at this, already, Heather. Then again, I am not surprised 🙂
Ohhhh, you are SO good at this, already, Heather. Then again, I am not surprised 🙂
Ohhhh, you are SO good at this, already, Heather. Then again, I am not surprised 🙂
Ohhhh, you are SO good at this, already, Heather. Then again, I am not surprised 🙂
Ohhhh, you are SO good at this, already, Heather. Then again, I am not surprised 🙂
Ohhhh, you are SO good at this, already, Heather. Then again, I am not surprised 🙂
my mom was all set to name me Amber Laine… and then after a long labor and pure exhaustion was setting in my dad said “hmmm… she doesn’t look like an Amber…” so my mom (tiredly) said “well what does she look like?” his reply “she looks like a Rusti” then my mom, shaking from the shock/trauma of birthing this 8lb 9oz butterball gave a simple “okay” 😉 and to this day, I can only say… THANK YOU DAD. 😉
my mom was all set to name me Amber Laine… and then after a long labor and pure exhaustion was setting in my dad said “hmmm… she doesn’t look like an Amber…” so my mom (tiredly) said “well what does she look like?” his reply “she looks like a Rusti” then my mom, shaking from the shock/trauma of birthing this 8lb 9oz butterball gave a simple “okay” 😉 and to this day, I can only say… THANK YOU DAD. 😉
my mom was all set to name me Amber Laine… and then after a long labor and pure exhaustion was setting in my dad said “hmmm… she doesn’t look like an Amber…” so my mom (tiredly) said “well what does she look like?” his reply “she looks like a Rusti” then my mom, shaking from the shock/trauma of birthing this 8lb 9oz butterball gave a simple “okay” 😉 and to this day, I can only say… THANK YOU DAD. 😉
my mom was all set to name me Amber Laine… and then after a long labor and pure exhaustion was setting in my dad said “hmmm… she doesn’t look like an Amber…” so my mom (tiredly) said “well what does she look like?” his reply “she looks like a Rusti” then my mom, shaking from the shock/trauma of birthing this 8lb 9oz butterball gave a simple “okay” 😉 and to this day, I can only say… THANK YOU DAD. 😉
my mom was all set to name me Amber Laine… and then after a long labor and pure exhaustion was setting in my dad said “hmmm… she doesn’t look like an Amber…” so my mom (tiredly) said “well what does she look like?” his reply “she looks like a Rusti” then my mom, shaking from the shock/trauma of birthing this 8lb 9oz butterball gave a simple “okay” 😉 and to this day, I can only say… THANK YOU DAD. 😉
my mom was all set to name me Amber Laine… and then after a long labor and pure exhaustion was setting in my dad said “hmmm… she doesn’t look like an Amber…” so my mom (tiredly) said “well what does she look like?” his reply “she looks like a Rusti” then my mom, shaking from the shock/trauma of birthing this 8lb 9oz butterball gave a simple “okay” 😉 and to this day, I can only say… THANK YOU DAD. 😉
my mom was all set to name me Amber Laine… and then after a long labor and pure exhaustion was setting in my dad said “hmmm… she doesn’t look like an Amber…” so my mom (tiredly) said “well what does she look like?” his reply “she looks like a Rusti” then my mom, shaking from the shock/trauma of birthing this 8lb 9oz butterball gave a simple “okay” 😉 and to this day, I can only say… THANK YOU DAD. 😉
I love your name and thanks SO MUCH for sharing your story, Rusti!!!
I love your name and thanks SO MUCH for sharing your story, Rusti!!!
I love your name and thanks SO MUCH for sharing your story, Rusti!!!
I love your name and thanks SO MUCH for sharing your story, Rusti!!!
I love your name and thanks SO MUCH for sharing your story, Rusti!!!
I love your name and thanks SO MUCH for sharing your story, Rusti!!!
I love your name and thanks SO MUCH for sharing your story, Rusti!!!
It’s never even occurred to me to ask my kids if they like their names. Wait a sec.. the boy seems to like his, Kyle.
I was supposed to be a second son and named Russell. I’m glad the parental units decided against changing that to Russellita or Russellola – awkward.
It’s never even occurred to me to ask my kids if they like their names. Wait a sec.. the boy seems to like his, Kyle.
I was supposed to be a second son and named Russell. I’m glad the parental units decided against changing that to Russellita or Russellola – awkward.
It’s never even occurred to me to ask my kids if they like their names. Wait a sec.. the boy seems to like his, Kyle.
I was supposed to be a second son and named Russell. I’m glad the parental units decided against changing that to Russellita or Russellola – awkward.
It’s never even occurred to me to ask my kids if they like their names. Wait a sec.. the boy seems to like his, Kyle.
I was supposed to be a second son and named Russell. I’m glad the parental units decided against changing that to Russellita or Russellola – awkward.
It’s never even occurred to me to ask my kids if they like their names. Wait a sec.. the boy seems to like his, Kyle.
I was supposed to be a second son and named Russell. I’m glad the parental units decided against changing that to Russellita or Russellola – awkward.
It’s never even occurred to me to ask my kids if they like their names. Wait a sec.. the boy seems to like his, Kyle.
I was supposed to be a second son and named Russell. I’m glad the parental units decided against changing that to Russellita or Russellola – awkward.
It’s never even occurred to me to ask my kids if they like their names. Wait a sec.. the boy seems to like his, Kyle.
I was supposed to be a second son and named Russell. I’m glad the parental units decided against changing that to Russellita or Russellola – awkward.
Okay, so Russellola made me giggle and yes I am 12 years-old 🙂
Okay, so Russellola made me giggle and yes I am 12 years-old 🙂
Okay, so Russellola made me giggle and yes I am 12 years-old 🙂
Okay, so Russellola made me giggle and yes I am 12 years-old 🙂
Okay, so Russellola made me giggle and yes I am 12 years-old 🙂
Okay, so Russellola made me giggle and yes I am 12 years-old 🙂
Okay, so Russellola made me giggle and yes I am 12 years-old 🙂
Love it. I insisted on being Stephanie once (I think I posted about it) to the point of publicly introducing myself as that at a school to the embarrassment of my mother. The wee ones haven’t complained about their names yet, but I already regret Little Miss. I should have pulled the “I just had a C-section” card. 🙂
Love it. I insisted on being Stephanie once (I think I posted about it) to the point of publicly introducing myself as that at a school to the embarrassment of my mother. The wee ones haven’t complained about their names yet, but I already regret Little Miss. I should have pulled the “I just had a C-section” card. 🙂
Love it. I insisted on being Stephanie once (I think I posted about it) to the point of publicly introducing myself as that at a school to the embarrassment of my mother. The wee ones haven’t complained about their names yet, but I already regret Little Miss. I should have pulled the “I just had a C-section” card. 🙂
Love it. I insisted on being Stephanie once (I think I posted about it) to the point of publicly introducing myself as that at a school to the embarrassment of my mother. The wee ones haven’t complained about their names yet, but I already regret Little Miss. I should have pulled the “I just had a C-section” card. 🙂
Love it. I insisted on being Stephanie once (I think I posted about it) to the point of publicly introducing myself as that at a school to the embarrassment of my mother. The wee ones haven’t complained about their names yet, but I already regret Little Miss. I should have pulled the “I just had a C-section” card. 🙂
Love it. I insisted on being Stephanie once (I think I posted about it) to the point of publicly introducing myself as that at a school to the embarrassment of my mother. The wee ones haven’t complained about their names yet, but I already regret Little Miss. I should have pulled the “I just had a C-section” card. 🙂
Love it. I insisted on being Stephanie once (I think I posted about it) to the point of publicly introducing myself as that at a school to the embarrassment of my mother. The wee ones haven’t complained about their names yet, but I already regret Little Miss. I should have pulled the “I just had a C-section” card. 🙂
So, the next time we meet, I shall call hug you, squeeze you and call you Stephanie 🙂
So, the next time we meet, I shall call hug you, squeeze you and call you Stephanie 🙂
So, the next time we meet, I shall call hug you, squeeze you and call you Stephanie 🙂
So, the next time we meet, I shall call hug you, squeeze you and call you Stephanie 🙂
So, the next time we meet, I shall call hug you, squeeze you and call you Stephanie 🙂
So, the next time we meet, I shall call hug you, squeeze you and call you Stephanie 🙂
So, the next time we meet, I shall call hug you, squeeze you and call you Stephanie 🙂
I always wanted something more exotic than Jennifer seeing as there were eleventy hundred Jennifer’s in the late 60’s/early 70’s. Thus, my love of all things nicknames.
Strangely enough, the child with the most unique name loves his name the most. (I KNEW I was onto something!)
I always wanted something more exotic than Jennifer seeing as there were eleventy hundred Jennifer’s in the late 60’s/early 70’s. Thus, my love of all things nicknames.
Strangely enough, the child with the most unique name loves his name the most. (I KNEW I was onto something!)
I always wanted something more exotic than Jennifer seeing as there were eleventy hundred Jennifer’s in the late 60’s/early 70’s. Thus, my love of all things nicknames.
Strangely enough, the child with the most unique name loves his name the most. (I KNEW I was onto something!)
I always wanted something more exotic than Jennifer seeing as there were eleventy hundred Jennifer’s in the late 60’s/early 70’s. Thus, my love of all things nicknames.
Strangely enough, the child with the most unique name loves his name the most. (I KNEW I was onto something!)
I always wanted something more exotic than Jennifer seeing as there were eleventy hundred Jennifer’s in the late 60’s/early 70’s. Thus, my love of all things nicknames.
Strangely enough, the child with the most unique name loves his name the most. (I KNEW I was onto something!)
I always wanted something more exotic than Jennifer seeing as there were eleventy hundred Jennifer’s in the late 60’s/early 70’s. Thus, my love of all things nicknames.
Strangely enough, the child with the most unique name loves his name the most. (I KNEW I was onto something!)
I always wanted something more exotic than Jennifer seeing as there were eleventy hundred Jennifer’s in the late 60’s/early 70’s. Thus, my love of all things nicknames.
Strangely enough, the child with the most unique name loves his name the most. (I KNEW I was onto something!)
Okay, Gidget.
Okay, Gidget.
Okay, Gidget.
Okay, Gidget.
Okay, Gidget.
Okay, Gidget.
Okay, Gidget.
Your kids crack me up!
I like my name, but it’s actually Patty not Patricia so for every official document I’ve had sent to me…I have had to have them revise it. Good Times
I answer the question, “So your name is not Patricia?” a billion times. I used to be polite and say “nope its just Patty.”
Now I just say,”My parents hated the name Patricia but liked Patty” their confused faces make it all worth it! 🙂
Your kids crack me up!
I like my name, but it’s actually Patty not Patricia so for every official document I’ve had sent to me…I have had to have them revise it. Good Times
I answer the question, “So your name is not Patricia?” a billion times. I used to be polite and say “nope its just Patty.”
Now I just say,”My parents hated the name Patricia but liked Patty” their confused faces make it all worth it! 🙂
Your kids crack me up!
I like my name, but it’s actually Patty not Patricia so for every official document I’ve had sent to me…I have had to have them revise it. Good Times
I answer the question, “So your name is not Patricia?” a billion times. I used to be polite and say “nope its just Patty.”
Now I just say,”My parents hated the name Patricia but liked Patty” their confused faces make it all worth it! 🙂
Your kids crack me up!
I like my name, but it’s actually Patty not Patricia so for every official document I’ve had sent to me…I have had to have them revise it. Good Times
I answer the question, “So your name is not Patricia?” a billion times. I used to be polite and say “nope its just Patty.”
Now I just say,”My parents hated the name Patricia but liked Patty” their confused faces make it all worth it! 🙂
Your kids crack me up!
I like my name, but it’s actually Patty not Patricia so for every official document I’ve had sent to me…I have had to have them revise it. Good Times
I answer the question, “So your name is not Patricia?” a billion times. I used to be polite and say “nope its just Patty.”
Now I just say,”My parents hated the name Patricia but liked Patty” their confused faces make it all worth it! 🙂
Your kids crack me up!
I like my name, but it’s actually Patty not Patricia so for every official document I’ve had sent to me…I have had to have them revise it. Good Times
I answer the question, “So your name is not Patricia?” a billion times. I used to be polite and say “nope its just Patty.”
Now I just say,”My parents hated the name Patricia but liked Patty” their confused faces make it all worth it! 🙂
Your kids crack me up!
I like my name, but it’s actually Patty not Patricia so for every official document I’ve had sent to me…I have had to have them revise it. Good Times
I answer the question, “So your name is not Patricia?” a billion times. I used to be polite and say “nope its just Patty.”
Now I just say,”My parents hated the name Patricia but liked Patty” their confused faces make it all worth it! 🙂
Heh, I love your name Patty and also enjoy confusing the heck out of people…pretty good at it, actually 🙂
Heh, I love your name Patty and also enjoy confusing the heck out of people…pretty good at it, actually 🙂
Heh, I love your name Patty and also enjoy confusing the heck out of people…pretty good at it, actually 🙂
Heh, I love your name Patty and also enjoy confusing the heck out of people…pretty good at it, actually 🙂
Heh, I love your name Patty and also enjoy confusing the heck out of people…pretty good at it, actually 🙂
Heh, I love your name Patty and also enjoy confusing the heck out of people…pretty good at it, actually 🙂
Heh, I love your name Patty and also enjoy confusing the heck out of people…pretty good at it, actually 🙂
My mom is Judy. No, not Judith. She had a teacher in hs that INSISTED that she was Judith and just trying to buss with her. Maybe I’ll have her guest post about that!
My mom is Judy. No, not Judith. She had a teacher in hs that INSISTED that she was Judith and just trying to buss with her. Maybe I’ll have her guest post about that!
My mom is Judy. No, not Judith. She had a teacher in hs that INSISTED that she was Judith and just trying to buss with her. Maybe I’ll have her guest post about that!
My mom is Judy. No, not Judith. She had a teacher in hs that INSISTED that she was Judith and just trying to buss with her. Maybe I’ll have her guest post about that!
My mom is Judy. No, not Judith. She had a teacher in hs that INSISTED that she was Judith and just trying to buss with her. Maybe I’ll have her guest post about that!
My mom is Judy. No, not Judith. She had a teacher in hs that INSISTED that she was Judith and just trying to buss with her. Maybe I’ll have her guest post about that!
My mom is Judy. No, not Judith. She had a teacher in hs that INSISTED that she was Judith and just trying to buss with her. Maybe I’ll have her guest post about that!
Hah, you said buss!!!
Hah, you said buss!!!
Hah, you said buss!!!
Hah, you said buss!!!
Hah, you said buss!!!
Hah, you said buss!!!
Hah, you said buss!!!
now i’m kind of looking forward to the “glen” story…
now i’m kind of looking forward to the “glen” story…
now i’m kind of looking forward to the “glen” story…
now i’m kind of looking forward to the “glen” story…
now i’m kind of looking forward to the “glen” story…
now i’m kind of looking forward to the “glen” story…
now i’m kind of looking forward to the “glen” story…
Next week, I promise!
Next week, I promise!
Next week, I promise!
Next week, I promise!
Next week, I promise!
Next week, I promise!
Next week, I promise!