Allison, Madeline, and I drove our new minivan to Tacoma the other day to meet our new niece. I waved at fellow minivans on the road (it’s just something you do when you’re in the club) while Allison ducked in shame. We made a brief Pita Pitstop (which brought back memories of our college days) before arriving at Emily’s house. I walked up to the little bundle of baby and said, “Hi, I’m your Uncle Henry.” She didn’t respond for a couple of reasons. First, she can’t yet talk (this is fairly normal; my daughter is the same way and she’s three weeks older). And second, she has no name. Emily and Brian just haven’t picked one yet. I’m not sure why not. But I do appreciate that they are putting some thought into the decision rather than randomly throwing together some syllables and calling her “Lafawnda” or something (if your name is Lafawnda, I do not feel the need to apologize). So, in place of a name, everyone has been calling her by various nicknames:
The Baby With No Name (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly reference)
She Who Must Not Be Named (or Voldemorta)
Jane Doe Cooper
and, my favorite, “Cousin It”
Here is a gallery of photos from our day.