Silly names for babies

So we're thinking about baby names, and looking through the vital statistics webpage on the most popular baby names for each year from 1997-2005. It shows the top 20, and then goes on to show all the names where there were more than five babies named that name during the year.

(Note: We only got through boys' names, A-M, and no, we don't know/think it's a boy. It might be. "Only your ultrasound technician knows for sure.")

It's a pretty good resource for gauging:

1. the lengths people will go to (spelling mistake-wise) to give their child a unique name (and fail, because in all the cases we saw, at least 4 other people had done the same thing):
   
   e.g. Cristian, Dakoda, Danial, Deklan, Karson, Micheal
   
   
2. the lack of understanding about nicknames in today's society:
   
   e.g. Billy, Danny, Jimmy, Joey, Johnny, Kenny
   
   Not that these aren't fine nicknames, but the people in question would actually be named: William, Daniel, Joseph, John (or Jonathan), and Kenneth. If you're going to put any of the above names on the kid's birth certificate, why not just put Sport? Or Gomer? Or Four-Eyes?
   
   
3. the (small) number of gutsy but cool parents out there:
   
   e.g. Axel, Holden, Julius, Lance

Okay, so I may have given away our top choice (Gomer), but don't let on. Hopefully, we'll be able to at least spell our child's name properly...

Slipper celebrates Christmas

Although Slipper has not yet made his/her grand entrance into the world, the baby was showered with gifts this Christmas. From tiny Canucks mittens (the kind with the string to hold them together!) to cosy clothes, from a rocking chair to a hard copy of Good Night Moon (suitable for chewing on), the baby got it all! Grandma and Grandpa Broadland (actual grandparent names yet to be finalized) even got Slipper a stocking!

Slipper also enjoyed a full turkey dinner with all the fixings. Holly realized that her stomach capacity is getting smaller due to a certain baby taking up all the room and that, in retrospect, maybe eating that whole mountain of mashed potatoes covered in gravy wasn't the best idea. Moderation, here I come!

Deep thoughts on the reality of babies

Tonight we went to a "Meet the Midwives" night at our clinic. The goal was to get to know the two new midwives who will be joining our team in the new year. However, one wasn't able to make it and the other was talking with clients, so it turned into a "Meet the Other People in the Waiting Room" night. This was interesting, as several of the people were little 4-6 week old babies. Real, live babies. Wow. They're incredible!

I was a little overwhelmed by how real those babies were. No longer bumps that kick, these were very small people. I know in my mind that we'll have one of them in the new year, but it doesn't always compute. Even when my baby is kicking me multiple times daily and giving ample proof of its existence, I can't fully comprehend this idea. Even if I don't know what I'm getting in to, I'm looking forward to the challenge of becoming a mother!

Tammy or Tommy?

Today I got two more name suggestions! One of my Grade 6 students came up to hand in her assignment and randomly remarked, "I've got names for you." This came out of the blue, as she hadn't said anything about me being pregnant. My first thought was, "What names? I want your reading log!" but when I asked her, she clarified and said they were for my baby. Tammy for a girl and Tommy for a boy. I assume she'd want me to use both for twins. Hmmm... I'll get Dean's opinion on this.

Ahhhhh....

I have discovered the joys of prenatal massage. Today I had my second relaxing "treatment" and felt like I was floating on a cloud. They've got these special pillows that create a hole for your belly, enabling you to lie on your front once more. What a treat! (thank you to Dean's extended medical for covering this!)

I might try a different massage therapist in the new year. This woman was good, but I found her chatting a little unsettling. Who wants to be asked, "So, have you finished all your Christmas shopping?" when you're trying to relax! Eventually, she stopped talking, probably since I stopped answering, and then I was able to relax much better.

Navel Gazing

I came to a realization today while lying on the couch watching for Slipper's kicks. I have spent more time staring at my belly button in the last two months than in the rest of my whole life. I am completely mesmerized by the kicking and have spent hours watching and waiting for the next kick.

Ever since the end of October, I've been able to feel several kicking sessions a day. The kicks are getting stronger now as the baby grows and I just love it!

Slipper's first Canucks game

Well, we took Slipper (a.k.a. Hol's belly) to his/her first NHL game tonight. We went with our good friends Trish and Erik to see the Canucks take on the league-leading Anaheim Ducks.

Funny that the Ducks have dropped the "Mighty" and the Disney duck mask logo and all other things that initially made them such a dorky team. Now they're left simply as unthreatening waterfowl, which I guess was meant to be an improvement. Regardless of how dumb their name is, they are at the top of the league, so we can't find too much fault with them.

So, pre-game: we all met up downtown, had a lovely/quick meal of wraps, stopped by the chocolate shop for hedgehogs and the like, and took the skytrain to GM Place. (Speaking of stupid names... What if we did that with our child? "Oh what a lovely baby, what's their name?" "McDonalds Telus Broadland, brought to you by Pepsi. You love your Pepsi, don't you, little one?") Once at the stadium, we trekked all over the place, due to a) an initial lack of intelligent navigation by yours truly, and b) a clueless ticket-taker at one of the gates. Curses! But we finally found our way in, and found our seats - not bad, at least two or three rows from the ceiling! But like they say (and it's true), there are no bad seats in GM Place. Probably because GM is such a fine class of automobile...

The game itself was pretty good - the Sedin twins were solid as usual on the boards, and I thought Linden and Cooke were the two guys trying the hardest. We were pretty even for the first half of the game, but Anaheim started to show their superiority towards the end. We took a lot of questionable penalties (they're always questionable when they're against your team) and Luongo let in one weak goal and one really tough one. We ended up losing 2-1. Oh well. Slipper didn't seem to mind.

Funny moment of the game: During commercial breaks and between periods, Fin (the orca whale Canucks mascot) was doing his usual thing, and rocket-launchering (if that's not a real word, I claim first usage) bundled-up T-shirts into the audience. One of them came launching up towards us, and was almost magically drawn straight to this guy's beer - it knocked it out of his hand, and all over himself and his neighbours. I think he was a little ticked. We had a good laugh. I think Slipper enjoyed it, too.

I'll close with a couple pictures of us, all decked out for cheering...