Baby Names

Now that I am the ripe old age of 23 many of my friends are having babies soon. Lots of preggers and lots of baby talk. Along with this comes the process of naming the kids. Like most things names tend to trend towards one theme or another.

Pain and Panic put it best when they said, "Remember, like, a few years ago every other boy was named Jason and the girls were all named Brittany!" Amen.

My least favorite trends are in two different categories. Both have created experiences that are both awkward and unusual.

Trend #1 - The Boy/Girl Name

I used to work front desk at my Dad's office aka HFM. Two parents brought in the cutest little girls to be seen for a check-up. I thought her name was London, obviously my first mistake. I found out quickly that the older girl was London. She was super cute with her cute shoulder length hair and big brown eyes. I called the parents forward after looking the papers over carefully to make sure all their information was correct. I asked the parents to fill out the paper work for their daughter and pointed and smiled at London. The mom gives me a dirty look. "You mean our son?" I reply, "Oh, yes. Sorry, I meant to say son." I played it off very cool but sat down shamefully. I must have read the name wrong. This little boy, who could be easily confused for a girl, name is Landon NOT London. When she brings back the paper I try to save myself this time by saying the boys name, "Landon." I once again receive the nasty look from the mother. Et, oh I should have just kept my mouth shut. "His name is London," she says and walks away. After this statement I no longer feel shameful of my previous mistake. Whoever gives their boy a girl's name just has moments like this coming.

Trend #2 - The Name Mixer

The other day I was out watching Fletcher's basketball game and the cutest little girl (this time it was really a girl I am sure of it) came up to me and tried taking my keys that were sitting next to me. She was only about 1 or 2 so I wasn't too panicked about her running away in the Jetta. I turned around and asked the mom her name. Between the muffle of the crowd and Fletcher probably making some awesome game changing shot I thought I heard two different names. So I asked, "Did you say Jamie or Jayden?" She replied, "Jadie." Now the name is cute but the idea where the name was rooted from is why I am anti name mixing. One word. Renesmee.

Luckily, Fletcher and I have a while until we need to start thinking about baby names.