“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;”
Juliet
from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
It’s official. I shall no longer refer to my second daughter as, ‘Crazybaby’…she will hereafter be known as ‘Fig.’ After a lengthy (30 seconds) discussion with Pip, it was decided that I should use our ‘in-utero’ names for both girls .
Our sweet little Fig
When I was first pregnant with Pip I had signed onto a British website called ‘Babycentre’ and I’d get little updates about each stage of my pregnancy. I remember clearly the day I read, “By this week, your baby is about the size of an apple pip.” Thus, the name Pip was born.
Similar story for Fig, except that I started tracking my pregnancy through Babycentre a bit further along, so the second time around the size of my baby was compared to a Fig. Interestingly enough, Fig entered the world at a whopping 9lbs, 10oz. Crazy! (Oops.)
Pip loves it when I tell her stories about how she once lived inside my belly. Once, she turned to me after such a story and said, “Mama, when you were in my belly, I called you Flitter.”
So perhaps Fig’s ‘crazy-baby’ phase will disappear along with the name, ‘Crazybaby.’
She has been eating less dirt these days. That’s promising, isn’t it?