The One Where She's Named

A couple months before SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost was born, Rach and I were hanging out in the basement, watching a movie, when her phone rang.

Hi there! What's up? Oh, yeah!?! What'd you pick? Really! That's cool. No, not at all. Nope. Okay. Sounds good. Alright...talk to you later. Love ya.

That was my mom...they picked a name for their puppy. She wanted to make sure it wasn't what we picked for SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost.

Okay, so what is it? What'd they pick?

SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost.

Are you shi**ing me!?! Seriously!?! Of all the names in all of the baby name books THAT'S the one they pick for their dog!?! And you didn't tell her?

Yep...and nope.

Why didn't you tell her? You're going to let her go ahead with this? You don't think she'll be upset when she finds out?

Yep...and nope.

You should at least call Boyd and tell him...just to make sure.

Rach reluctantly made the call to Boyd and it was decided that SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost would stick for both kid and dog. We were fine with it. He was fine with it. Grandma Abby would surely be fine with it, right?

Fast forward a couple months to that eventful morning when SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost (the kid...not the dog) was born. I left the recovery room to meet up with the family members anxiously awaiting details of the birth. They swarmed as I rounded the corner and I unleashed the details:

It's a girl!

Tell us something we didn't already know!

She weighs 6lbs 12oz.

And her name!?! Tell us her name!!!

We'll call her...SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost.

The grandparents swooned:

That's adorable!
How sweet!
Ooooh...I love it!

Except Grandma Abby:

Wait? What? What'd you say her name is?

SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost.

Her jaw dropped...a twitch kicked the twinkle from her eyes:

SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost?

Yep...SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost.

SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost?

Uh huh...

SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost?

Just like your dog.

Oh.

Cool, huh!?!

Why didn't you say something?

No need...one's a dog, one's a kid. It won't be confusing. [Translation: Rach is stubborn and wasn't going to reveal her name to any grandma no matter the trickery]

Several weeks later Grandma Abby stopped by to visit and informed us that there had been a name change:

We decided SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost wasn't a good name for the dog?

Why's that? We're cool with it.

I know...it's just that, well, I was over at my friend's house the other day and I told her that SheWhoseBlogNameWillBeRevealedInThisPost had already figured out how to get in the cabinet for her treats. She looked at me kinda strange and said, "Your granddaughter can already get her treats?" I decided that it was probably best to change the name.

Oh...well, if you want to, that's fine. What'd you pick?

Mickey.

And so, here we are on this last day of November, 2010. It's been a fabulous month of blogging. Hopefully in a few years when Mini-Me, The Wubster, and Mickey (the kid...not the dog) can read, they'll enjoy looking back at all the Noisy Little Adventures we've had!

See you in December!