Not knowing Peanut’s gender has presented some challenges. Did you know that most crib bedding, car seats, and even diaper pails have either masculine or feminine undertones? Not to mention onesies, washcloths, and socks. But perhaps the biggest challenge of all was that we had to choose not one, but two, baby names.
It’s a big responsibility to name a child. You have to consider potential nicknames and alliterations and choose a name that is suitable for both a chubby baby and a mature adult. And then there are the family histories to take into account. Yes, it’s a tough job.
Fortunately, Nick and I had our boy’s name chosen months before we started baking our wee bun. Want to hear it?
Distinguished, don’t you think? Yet sweet. Our little Sammy. And Woodford carries a lot of meaning with it (besides being the official bourbon of the Kentucky Derby). My brother’s middle name is Woodford, and he was named after my Grampy, who was named after his father. Generations ago, though, Woodford was a family surname with Welsh origins. Also, my Grampy was known by everyone as Woody. He passed away before I was born, but my parents often say how much I would have adored him. It’s only fitting that our first son carry his namesake.
And what about our girl’s name? Well, we put a lot of pressure on ourselves to come up with a name we loved just as much. And after much deliberation we arrived at …
So there you have it. In just a few days, we will have a little Sam or Nora in our lives!