I’ve been organizing the files on my computer (What? You nest your way, I’ll nest mine) and came across an IM conversation with Will. Now, there have not been very many of these. Will hates IM, and his current job doesn’t allow it anyway. But back when he worked for The Movie Star (no, not Ginger), he always had it on for communications with his assistant and I managed to convince him to put me on his list as well.
So anyway. This conversation is from the day before I went into labor with Sam. It was during this chat that I shot the crow that had been waking me up every morning. (Relax, it was an air pistol. I just scared it.) After that, I said, “No way is anything better going to happen today. So I might as well take a nap.” Technically I was correct, since I didn’t go into labor until 12:30 in the morning.
We also discussed lunch (veggie burgers). And then the subject came around to baby names. We’d never settled on a boy name, but had tossed around the possibility of Nero for a middle name. First we suggested good names, Italian ones and then Irish ones. We started to get silly. There’s what must be an hour’s worth of back and forth one-upmanship, worse and worse names to make each other laugh. Eventually:
I think we should just go with an adjective for the first name.
Strong Nero Klein
Brave Nero Klein
Stunning Nero Klein
Clever Nero Klein
Darth Nero Klein
Well, this conversation is over. We’ve got it. Now we just need a girl name.
Is “Princess” too obvious?
Naturally, it being us, we couldn’t really leave it there. About half an hour later:
Frau Blucher Klein
And now you all know why it took us two days to name him once he arrived.