Christmas is upon us. I'm doing pretty well this year. My shopping is all but done and about 2/3 of my cards have made it into my mailbox. My baking is at a minimum this particular year and I finally figured out how to make my own peanut brittle that tastes really, really yummy!
My favorite Christmas hymn has always been "O, Holy Night." My favorite version is when my husband sings it - gives me goosebumps! Josh Groban's version is a close second. But my all-time favorite secular Christmas song is "All I want for Christmas is You" sung by Mariah Carey. That song can get me dancing around my kitchen like nothing else! The other night I was doing Lizzie's hair, which is always a long and painful (for her) process. You mothers of white children do not know how easy you have it when it comes to hair! But I'm learning and parts are getting straighter and the hair itself is getting less fuzzy and dried-out looking all the time. I digress, though. Since there was a Christmas special on, I parked Miss Lizzie on the stool in front of the tv while I braided. They announced that Mariah Carey would be singing "All I Want..." in a moment and I got excited. There was a distinct possibility that Lizzie would end up with some crooked parts because there was no way I'd be able to listen without wiggling around at least a little bit! Mariah comes on and her dress was cut away - far, far away. Everybody in America got a bird's eye view of her huge breasts. I bet half of the viewers (the male half) were thinking, "Yeah, I know what I want for Christmas!"
Lizzie pipes up, "Mommy, that is inappropriate!" I had to agree with her. But I had to secretly admit to myself that overriding feeling was not embarrassment at the singer's state of undress, but rather, jealousy. Mariah Carey is my exact same age. She was coming into her fame about the time I was in college and getting married so I've always kind of identified with her for age alone. That's the only thing we have in common!. I look down at my also-nearly - 42 year old chest and sigh. Life is so, so not fair.
I was reminded too, of the year my brother, Matt, who was maybe 4 at the time, watched a Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton Christmas special on tv. He then seriously commented that he felt sorry for Dolly because "her chest must sure be cold out in that snow!" That still makes me laugh!
You know, Michael Buble has a really nice, new version of Mariah's famous song. Maybe I'll start listening to that instead.
Well, I'm having second thoughts on that now. We had an incident this week with Birth Mom that was just stunning and kind of dried up any wells of sympathy I had towards her previously. Baby is named after Birth Mom and it hit me that if I keep her first name as her middle name then she might always have this warm, fuzzy feeling in her psyche that she shares a name with her birth mother. This thought came to me as I was drifting off to sleep the night that I received a phone call informing me of Birth Mom's latest stunt. I woke up Paul to inform him of my stunning revelation. He muttered something and went back to sleep. In the morning, I tried to convince myself that these are crazy thoughts and of course, we'll go with the original name plan.
But I just can't shake this feeling that they're supposed to have completely new names, first and middle. So now, I'm on a name hunt. For years, I've only ever thought of my favorite first names (Elizabeth, Eleanor, and Annie), but never tried to pair anything with those names in my head. I am having tremendous difficulty coming up with new middle names! I had thought of "Hope" but Paul shot that down. I thought that would be perfect, considering the situation. And it's a pretty name. He said he doesn't like it when people use nouns, verbs, and attributes as names. He suggested I see if I can find two female names that mean "hope" but aren't Hope. I've looked at several baby name sites and I don't know, but "Nadia" and "Tikvah" just aren't doing anything for me (those names mean "hope"). And this is what gets me, too. When I was pregnant with the boys, I came up with the names. I would tell them to Paul and each time he would say, "Sounds good to me!" NOW, he decides to start caring what we actually name our kids?
So, anyway, I've got names galore parading through my head, trying to find the perfect combination. All the while I'm still wondering if I'm doing the right thing by stripping the girls of their original names entirely. But if you should come up with some really cool names that sound good with Elizabeth and Eleanor, let me know!
I sure don't want to have to turn to Sam for help. He informed me yesterday that he has decided to have four kids someday, and that two of them are going to be named, "Spike-erica" and "Shab." "Spikerica" just happens to also be the moniker he has bestowed on his stuffed triceratops toy, too. I told him that first he'll need to find a wife. Sam asked, "How many of those will I need?" I told him one ought to do it. He then asked if I thought he would be able to find one someday. I don't think he'll have a problem!
But he may have to do some artful convincing if he's still stuck on Spikerica and Shab for future children's names...