A Trip Down Name-Memory Lane

This afternoon, Andrew’s office gave us a baby shower, a shower that, fortunately, did not involve playing any sort of video games. We got some lovely gifts—we are getting more ready for the baby by the day.

Andrew had suggested we present to his co-workers some of the names we’ve considered and discarded over the past eight months, so I compiled a list before going to the office. It was interesting to look through our old selections and remember when they’d been candidates, however briefly. I selected the most unusual names—Andrew stirred up office-wide mirth a while back when he told everyone he wanted a “plural” name, like Evans or Brooks. Books was on the list, too—Books Littell. (If I ever decide to write some sort of noirish detective novel, that will be my protagonist.) But the name that got the most reaction this afternoon was Schwesty, a name from Andrew’s side of the family. We’d never seriously considered Schwesty, but it’s been fun seeing people’s reaction to the name. It did not disappoint today.

By the way, we will have a name by the time the baby’s born. We just don’t have one quite yet.