My Partner And I Fought Over Our Baby’s Name‏

My Partner And I Fought Over Our Baby’s Name‏

When my husband and I found out that we were having a second daughter at our ultrasound, we knew what we had to do. We were going to have to name her. To be fair we knew that was a necessity whether it was a boy or a girl. This seemed a little higher stakes since we had already went through naming one girl. She was only two at the time and we didn’t know yet if we failed or succeeded. I mean obviously we succeeded on at least one count because she did come to us when we called her by the name we chose. We still didn’t know how she felt about the name. She seemed to want to change her name to Salad for a while. I blamed myself for not choosing that to begin with. Naming is so much pressure. You see why I was stressed now?

Well when we entered into discussions on this baby’s name we had already exhausted a lot of our collaborative naming skills on our first daughter. Here is the thing with that, we would agree on a name relatively early in that pregnancy. One day I would wake up a month, a week, or a day later and decide that I fell out of love with it. I don’t know why. There were no rhyme or reasons for this. Maybe it was something I ate? I don’t know. One minute I was gong ho about the name and writing it on imaginary Christmas cards (obviously imaginary since I haven’t managed to complete them at all since the children arrived.)

One particular part of this second pregnancy I was sold on a name. I mean I was in love with the name. I knew my daughter needed to have it and I was prepared to rumble. Are you ready to hear what it was? Amelia. Isn’t that the sweetest?

Try it out:

“Is Baby Amelia hungry?”

“Amelia, it’s time to come in.”

“This is Grandma Amelia.”

Good, right? I know. It works for every part of her life. I give you permission to use it. I really sold it.

Alas there was one problem with the name Amelia. My husband hated it. My husband is pretty even tempered about things. He often lets me get my way. In this particular case it was not working though. I employed every thing I could think of and I still couldn’t get him to come to the right side. Amelia’s side.

I finally pressured him to tell me what in tarnation was wrong with Amelia as a name for our daughter. Do you know what he said? Of course you don’t, you weren’t there. What a stupid question on my part.

He said that she will get made fun of.

I said, “Made fun of how?”

After a pause he said, “People will say Amelia, where’s your plane?”

Yep, that was what he was afraid of. Our daughter would get made fun of for having the same name as one of America’s first celebrated female aviators. I didn’t for a second worry about this being a thing thing that destroyed our little girl’s self esteem. In fact, if the little whipper snappers were versed in history enough to know Amelia Earhart, I felt like they should get that point.

I conceded the name, but not for fear of some first grade historian bully. I forfeited the name because I figured if he hated it enough to make up such a stupid reason, that it must really be something he couldn’t work with. To this day he may think that I was afraid that our daughter would be pressured to find her lost airplane over the Pacific Ocean. We know better though.

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Tummy Time

Tummy Time

Dear Excess Belly Skin From Pregnancy-

Next time I go down the stairs in a dress, could you please keep the volume down three notches? I appreciate the clapping, but our fellow stair takers didn’t seem to understand how I could be giving them a round of applause whilst keeping one hand on the railing. To be fair, I wasn’t aware that was possible prior to this morning either.

Their confusion was warranted. I didn’t have time to explain to them the predicament though I’m sure they would have been understanding.

In closing, please don’t make me take the elevator to avoid embarrassment in the future. The other option is spanx, but I can’t even pretend that I plan on punishing us both with that.

I respect that you may have been attempting to start a new “Tummy Time” movement, after all why should babies have all the fun? For the time being I’m going to need to veto this one and send it the way of “Hammer Time.”

-Yours Always,

Mandelynn

 

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Mani/Pedi Time

Tonight it was mani/pedi time. I asked Nina if she’s going to be able to do all my friends’ nails because they will want theirs done like mine. She looked at me like I was crazy (I know the look pretty well, so what?) and said “nope.”
I forgot to ask for clarification, but one of two things happened:
1) she realizes she is making a fool of me and knows no one will want this look.
2) she doesn’t believe I have friends.

Not sure that I want to get to the bottom of it. Sometimes mysteries are best left unknown. And sometimes lil’ girls don’t get tipped for their nail salon services…

Mani and pedi
Mani and pedi

 

Also excited that Blogher featured a piece I wrote on their site. If you have time buzz on over and let them know you think I’m an alright person.

http://www.blogher.com/what-i-want-tell-my-daughter-her-graduation-approaches

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What I Want to Tell My Daughter As Her Graduation Approaches

What I Want to Tell My Daughter As Her Graduation Approaches

As the school year winds down and commencement exercises well, umm commence. I have some advice for my daughter. Some of it is about job searching and some of it is a little more personal in nature. I share it here in hopes that it will assist you in encouraging your graduates in one of the most exciting times of their life.

1)      Don’t be afraid to take risks. Not stupid risks. I still want you to look both ways before crossing the street and for the love god hold an adult’s hand. A reasonable amount of risk is ok though. Examples taking stairs two at a time or coloring outside the lines if it will add to the picture.

2)      Unplug every so often. Play outside. Smell the roses. Don’t check to see if your status about playing on the slide was liked by Facebook friends.

3)        Self doubt is a sickness. You will come down with it. Be prepared to fight it off by having a list at the ready of things you have succeeded in. Number one on the list can be making your mom proud. Nobody doubts baby.

4)      As bad as failure might feel, wondering if you could have made it is worse. Try out for things. Talk to new people. Sometimes you will suck really bad at things. Practice and get better or move on to what you are good at. Learn something from the experience. No one is taking score except for you. The world is getting far too narcissistic to worry if you tripped when you were walking down the hall. If they happen to catch it, yell out “Mind your business, Suzy!”

5)      Live within your means. Don’t borrow money from mommy and daddy to buy ice cream. It’s never too early to educate yourself about the pitfalls of credit.

6)      Choose friends wisely. It’s tempting to pick the ones with the best toys. Try to look for character instead. If you are lucky you will find people that have both. Then they will not only have the best toys, but they will share them.

7)      Learn to cook and clean. Your mommy is not going to clean up after you forever (unless you pay a decent wage.) Make sure that you are studying how to be self sufficient now, so your brain doesn’t explode when you are on your own.

8)      Enjoy this time in your life. Before you know it you will be driving a mini van with kids screaming in your ear about who is touching who. At present you still have the option to be the screamer instead of the screamee. Make the most of it (around your dad.)

9)      Nobody likes a know it all. Be humble and keep your head down to learn. Sometimes even if you do know that someone took the wrong turn one time and got lost, you don’t have to bring it up every time mom drives somewhere. Continuously asking if she knows where she is going.

10)   You have time to figure it out. The clock doesn’t start right after the graduation ceremony ends. Enjoy family and friends for the summer. Make connections that last.

I hope these pieces of advice get you through the rough times ahead. In the mean time, you should know that I am so proud of you for making it through kindergarten. There were mornings that you threatened to drop out. There were mornings I threatened to leave without you. In hindsight my threats were pretty empty and you should learn to be a better judge of such things. I ran out of room on the list though, so we will agree to work on that for first grade graduation. That’s how this works now, right? Everyone gets trophies and everyone has graduations for every grade? No matter I have set you up for life with this advice.

Before you go- i have some advice.
Before you go- I have some advice.
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Raising A Genius

Raising A Genius

I think I might be raising a genius child. Either that or I’m raising an average kid. I don’t know, but either way I’m pretty excited. My kindergartner is reading to me. Don’t get too excited. We haven’t tackled Harry Potter or Game of Thrones yet, but it’s only a matter of time. She’s reading to me about Hello Kitty. I won’t lie. Hello Kitty stories of planting a garden and making her bed aren’t as exciting as Muggles (is that correct? I’m not fluent in Potter) or dragons mixed with murder. I don’t count Hello Kitty out yet. We have a series of books to work through, so I hope Hello Kitty will kick it up. Hello, Winter is coming.

My youngest started preschool and seems like she is growing up too (even though I’ve tried to stop it.) She’s pretty sure that she wants to be in a fighting class. I’m not sure if that is a wise decision or not. Also when she talks about it, she almost speaks as though she is going to be teaching the class. I’m not saying that she couldn’t teach such a class, but I don’t know that we are insured for that.

I was looking through the trending topics to see what’s going on out there. I read something about Trump and I saw a test that showed how compatible with Zac Efron you were. I’m assuming that the Trump article did not say he dropped out, and if you were wondering 75 % compatible.

I wrote something slightly controversial below for Sammiches.

If You Feel Threatened By Target’s Bathroom Policy

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