Kimberly Daboo ’88, due any day now, has thoughts on baby names.
We agreed that names for girls were easier. In fact, CD threw one out when we began our discussions of boy names. It was within a few syllables of my favorite girl name and I immediately agreed it was a great choice. Last October, when we found out I was having a girl this time, we decided to stick with that name for this baby. CD rejected all of my suggestions for middle names but again made a suggestion that I could live with. Problem solved and I was barely into my second trimester.
Like last time, we have kept the name to ourselves. My sister started calling her Esmerelda so we’ve gone with that during the pregnancy. Oliver never picked it up though. I ask him occasionally what he would like to call baby sister. Last week his response was “Waffle”, followed by “Maple”, presumably her middle name. As a three-year resident of the Greylock quad at Williams, I had to laugh. “Waffle” was a verb that had to do with one’s view of the ceiling (and we’ll just leave it there, thank you). Guess what Oliver had for breakfast that day?
I like “Waffle.” When Michaela was born 11 years ago yesterday, there was a freak snow flurry on the early morning drive to the hospital. I wanted to name her Snowflake or Flurry as a result. Wiser heads (?) prevailed.
Alas, Michaela is now an absurdly popular name for girls her age. We had 4 (!) Michaelas on her soccer team last year. I blame the popularity of Dr. (Michaela) Quinn, Medicine Woman.
Eph women living in Carter House now should read Kim’s blog. She is their future.