Hmm, well. Here is a post I am slightly embarrassed to be writing.
Once upon a time, we decided that when we had children, we would call them by pseudonyms on the blog. We got pregnant, we found out it was a girl, and we decided on a name for the blog.
Except, then, within just a few days of her birth, Bart commented on how much he liked the name and. . . perhaps we might use it for another daughter down the road.
“Too late,” I said. “I’m not switching it now.”
But as weeks went by, he kept mentioning it. My mom commented on what a nice name it was. I’d liked the name from the beginning, but hadn’t really considered it for a real-life name, but now every time I wrote it on the blog, I thought about how much I liked it.
And finally, eight weeks after her birth, we decided we needed to make a call one way or the other. If we wanted to keep that name on the table for future daughters, we needed to pull it from the blog and rename our current baby quickly. The longer we waited, the more awkward it would be.
Which is why last night, we spent a long time sitting on the couch and suggesting possible blog names for our little baby.
So, if you’ll all indulge me, here is Ella:
It’s possible, of course, that if we had another daughter we’d choose another name for her, but at least we’ll have the option. And that’s a nice feeling.
You are all good souls to put up with this ridiculousness.
(Now off to edit the last two months worth of posts and hide (but never delete!) your lovely comments on those posts)