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Who needs a real name? |
My youngest daughter has a friend who carefully names all her dolls and stuffed animals. She has a seemingly endless supply of appropriate names for things she loves, from Herold to Pinky, Belle to George, Julia to Spot. Her creativity is endless.
My kids are creative. They prove it with their endless story-telling and artistry. However, our recently named Elf on a Shelf got the name Elvis, only because it was a compromise from Elfie. Because that’s what they wanted to name him. Elfie.
Rita has a large pink bear that she loves. His name is Beary. She has another bear that she has dressed in a sweater. His name is Bear because Beary was already taken. Ruby’s Build-a-Bear Koala is names Koaly (pronounces ko-al-ee). It says so on his birth certificate. Rita’s spotted dog is named Doggie. Ruby has a doll named Baby Joey, but that’s only because I named him before she could talk. Rita has a doll that is very similar that has no name at all.
Avery has a bunny that he received as an infant named Bunny. He has a very cute boy rag doll that he got for his 1st Christmas that he has always called Buddy, but that’s because when he was little I used to say “Where’s your buddy?”
Dolphin sleeps with Rita every night. So does Turtle, Fishie, Monkey, Caterpillar, and Rabbit. But Rabbit also sleep with Ruby. Different Rabbit. Bunny also sleeps with Ruby. Different Bunny than the one that belongs to Avery. Bunny is named Bunny and not Rabbit because he small. See? Perfect sense.
I have visions of being introduced to my first granddaughter, and her name will be Female, because that is what her birth certificate said. Or Baby Girl. Or Baby.
I should mention that when I was little, my favorite doll was named Orange Baby. Because I thought her skin was orange. It was 1975 and I hadn’t mastered my colors yet. Her name is still Orange Baby. She’s naked and in a box in my attic, but I fondly remember all the time we spent together.
I should rest in knowing that I grew into an adult that gave my children real names. But just in case, I’m hoping for in-laws that are uncomfortable with calling their children Blonde Kid.
How creative are your kids at naming?
My daughter has a unicorn pillow pet she wanted to name “Horney”. My husband managed to keep a straight face and said “Why don’t you try to think of something else to name her?” That pillow pet is now called “Magic”
My son has already decided “when I have babies (yes, babies -because my kids are twins and they always talk about having two babies) they will be Brock & Matthew and I won’t have any girls!”
Reese has a stuffed dog, named Doggy.
When I asked my 2-year-old daughter what her doll’s name was, she said something that didn’t sound like anything, except maybe “teacup.” So, the doll became Teacup Doll. When she got another doll a couple of months later, she named that one “Big Doll” because it was bigger than Teacup Doll. She also has a bear named Beary.