And Aubrey was her name
A not so very ordinary girl or name
But who's to blame?
For a love that wouldn't bloom
For the hearts that never played in tune
But Dear Hubby said no, it's a terribly uppity and old-fashioned name. So I sang the song to him and said, "But baby... next time when her boyfriend's courting her, he can sing this song to her!" He dismissed my female logic and waved it away. One name down.
He didn't like James either... I've always liked the name James. Not Jim. Or Jimmy. Just James. I was willing to go with Jamie but Dear Hubby said "Too common!" First, too uppity. Now too common. Sigh. This is what I call Goldilocks Syndrome. You know... too hard, too soft, too cold, too hot... in other words, a fusspot who doesn't really know what they want.
Dear Hubby thought it would be a great idea to have a Chinese name, to reflect Little Monkey's dual heritage. So last night, I called Dad up to ask him to help pick a Chinese name for the baby since I'm totally clueless about Chinese. The convie is as follows:
Me: Hello Papa. Can you please help pick a Chinese name for the baby?
Dad: You want a Chinese name? Won't it look odd? Whose surname you using?
Me: (thinking it very silly question) His surname la. He's the father, right? We put the Chinese name after the English first name and before the surname.
Dad: (thinks) Ok la... I pick the name, you put wherever you want.
Me: Ok. Just pick a few options for boy and girl names.
Dad: (suddenly panics) But will take time to pick names! Cannot just last minute! Give me at least two days!
UTTER SILENCE. I am too stunned to speak for about half a minute.
Me: (regains sanity, clears throat) It's ok, Papa. The baby is due in NOVEMBER. You can take as much time as you need.