It’s hard to name a baby. I didn’t think it would be that hard…I mean, it took us less than a day to name our cats, and there are TWO of them…but I guess the pending consciousness of a baby makes the stakes higher. A cat can’t begrudge you forever for picking a stupid name and/or naming him after a video game enemy, but a baby can. You have to take that seriously.
We tried to be methodical about it…
- Skimming baby name books…boring while simultaneously overwhelming
- Brainstorming names each night, focusing on one letter of the alphabet at a time…we kind of gave up after M
- Making individual Top 10(ish) lists…my list was somewhat weighted toward pre-M names. Jonathan might have scrapped all our previous research while developing his list.
Ultimately, we presented our four mutual top choices for a vote at our Labor Day party (which, to avoid any confusion, was related to the real Labor Day, not my personal labor day):
You probably can’t read my superb instructions, but we asked people to write their favorite of these four names as well as one alternative. We may have had a higher participation rate than in a presidential election.
Later in the evening, all these people wanted to know which name won:
And the winner was…(ignore the circles)…
So, Sophia was most popular, but we were glad to find that none of the names were complete outcasts. Also, from the suggestion list, we liked (and hadn’t previously considered) Ariana…and X will be a perennial favorite as a middle initial (<some name> X-Mendez…awesome, right?). Maybe for a boy someday.
Anyway, after this exercise, we felt confident enough to stop procrastinating, so assuming that we don’t start second-guessing this during these final three weeks, we will dub our baby…
Talia Marie Mendez
Talia (TAHL-yah) was Jonathan’s original favorite because he thought it was pretty, and I liked the sentiment behind a daddy picking a beautiful name for his little girl. And no one thought it was too weird, so we all lived happily ever after. The end.