One of my favorite days of the year...the day the top 100 baby names of the year list drops. This is not only a child-bearing-years phenomenon. When I was around 7 I bought a baby-naming book at a garage sale for a quarter. My mom looked at me wondering. I told her that I needed it to name my dolls. My dolls, my paper dolls, my barbies, my bike and my roller skates all had first and middle names. I was VERY in to naming. I still am. As soon as someone tells me they are pregnant, I get a little giddy feeling of wondering what they will name their child. Naming my own child was a daunting task I took quite seriously. I am not someone who has liked the same baby name for their whole life, if I had named my child in grade school she would have been "Aurora" high school she would have been "Carrie" in college "Annaliese" in young adulthood, my first 3 dolls as a child were "Janie" "Lolly" and the hipster babydoll "bluehead". You can see my tastes change. That's why naming a child for real was quite intimidating.
I ended up choosing a name off of Keenan's small post-it note of names that I mostly hated (to be honest) because it was Irish in origin (just as mine and Keenan's are), it was unisex (just as my sister and mine are) and it meant "strong" and strength for a preemie is a vital quality, so we named her in a room by ourselves while the nurses got her clean and hooked up to her wires. My family liked "Sloane" the least of our list of girl names (except my brother Matt who is a true Ferris Bueller fan)-- but now they all admit that they love it and it fits her to a T: our little early bird, our strong girl Sloane Jillian.
title courtesy of the Ting Tings: That's not my name