Identity Crisis

Right after Mini Me was born, I had a "moment" and just KNEW what her name was. I can't explain it, but I just KNEW it. And, it happened to be a name that I didn't like very much until I laid my eyes on her. Then I was in love, with her and the name.

This time, I didn't have that immediate "moment". I wanted to get to know the baby for a little bit. But, hubby was impatient. Something about not naming her was driving him nuts. At one point, before he went to pick up Mini Me to bring her to visit, he said he wasn't leaving until she had a name.

So, after much debate, we decided on a name. It was a fine name, a beautiful name, in fact. A name that we had considered for Mini Me. Although, some would argue that it was a little too "matchy" with Mini Me's name. We knew we'd get tons of comments about it, but we decided we didn't care. We loved the name.

I went ahead and announced the name on Facebook, on messageboards, called family to tell them.... But, we didn't fill out the birth certificate paperwork. Good thing...

When Papa Bear came to the hospital this morning, he informed me that he had "had a 'moment'" and believed we picked the wrong name. He said that he KNEW that her name was a name that he hadn't liked. He said he was sure.

So...with that, I trust his "moment" just like he trusted mine 2.5 years ago. So, we re-announced her name to the world, and filled out the birth certificate paperwork. She is officially named. For real this time.