My sister is re-joining the SCA and I’ve been helping her try out possible names for her persona. (I think she should go with Olivia, but I am OK with the one she’s almost settled on, which is not Olivia because she does not recognize my naming genius.)
All the talk about names has me obsessing over possible future baby names (Amy: I am not pregnant). The list of girl names I love is a mile long, and the only real trouble would be narrowing it down, but there are very few boy names I love. I mean, it took us two days to name Sam. I have a couple of favorites, but that list just shrunk by about a third when one of the names went to my newest nephew.
Last night in the car, driving to knitting, I came up with the perfect name, first and middle. Of course I would not name someone before meeting (or, er, conceiving) him, nor would I decide without consulting Will, but it was so lovely. Oh, I thought, I wonder what his initials would be.
Er, back to the drawing board. (Naming genius, indeed. I am such a dork.)