In six days, we’ll be driving to the airport to pick up Baby Boy Stacey! And, while we’ve all agreed it’s best to meet the little guy before we name him so he’s not stuck with a name that doesn’t suit him, it hasn’t stopped us from talking about it practically non-stop.
The teen still likes Nano. It not only fits well with Mini, but appeals to our Apple-loving selves.
I’ve been lobbying hard for d’Artagnan. He’ll be our fourth furry family member, so it amuses me. The concern my family has is that there’s no way to shorten it. We’re not very good at using the names we gave our pets.
Jinx answers mostly to Fatkitty or Bitchkitty. Gizmo’s most often called Gizmodo in a Godzilla-voice. And Mini…Poor Mini. She was called Mini-Me by her birth family, but there was no way I was having a dog named after that stupid movie. The boys thought it was wrong to change her name, so we compromised and her “legal” name is Mini. The boys call her Min. My husband calls her Stupiddog (all one word). He always has, but with affection. More often than not, I call her “Bells”. Why? Mini–>MiniBella–>Bella–>Bells. We’re not sure how we could mangle d’Artagnan, but we’d probably find a way.
I’m having to run every suggestion the Short Kid makes through Google. Names like Borusa and Harrison and Finch. He’s bound and determined to trick me into have a dog named after a Doctor Who character because, considering how strongly I detest that show, it would amuse him for many years to come.
The husband mostly says “No”.
We’ve actually referred to Baby Boy Stacey as “the little peanut” so often, there’s a very good chance his name’s going to end up being Peanut. BUT, when we got notification he’d come through his neutering with flying colors, the Short Kid started calling him Peanutless, so I’m not sure how that’s going to work out. Knowing my family, the poor little guy would be called Nutless for the rest of his life.
I think we’ll just know when we see him. In six more days!