Better late to the party than never, right? If anyone's still around:

Abigail
Audrey

Anonymous wrote:Huh. Cute.

Nolan
Isla

Nolan is named after your husband's great-uncle, a beloved man who supposedly told lots of jokes and lost an arm in a farming accident. You never met him, but you love seeing how your husband would talk about him in such a tender, admiring way. And you love the idea of passing on family names. It is such a solid link to the past without have to get caught up in all of the silly trendiness of modern names. Your Nolan is a bright kid who is developing his own unique style of humor, but not everyone loves hearing his same knock-knock jokes over and over again and luckily he still has both arms intact. He seems to have inherited his father's curiosity and interest in science (your husband does research at NIH).

Isla is a Scottish name given in homage to your romantic Scottish honeymoon. She's a sweet baby with a mild temperament and you feel very satisfied with having two children. You come from a large family and like knowing that both of your children will receive plenty of love and attention and won't get lost in the chaotic mix of too many kids. You also like knowing that you and your husband are able to provide a stable, nurturing home. Your husband works hard, but when he is home his focus in on the family and sometimes you actually get a bit jealous about the strong relationship he has with Nolan. Prior to having kids, you did a lot of international travel for work and pleasure. You miss traveling and are starting to think about planning a family trip to London since you think that would be fairly easy to do with two young children. You are addicted to British comedies and have a crush on Ira Glass.

I love that we both assumed there was biking involved.

NP. Just one kid: Oliver

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Anonymous wrote:Carter & Isabelle

bump

Pretty please? I've contributed more than a few of the responses.

You had no idea you were pregnant.
You thought it was that last energy chewy thing you ate at the last rest stop on the century you were riding on your sweet new bike, perhaps a muscle cramp. Lo and behold, when the SAG wagon arrived, out popped a baby boy! So perfect! Ten fingers, ten toes, eyes like rainy pools. You were totally blindsided...by love.

As you moved from the SAG wagon to the ambulance, and then to the hospital, you realized you had, among other hallmarks of no preparation, no names to give this child. You looked at the tag on the onsie the hospital staff dressed him in, and you realized Fate had stepped in and graced you with this one small solution. "Carter," you whispered sweetly to the little bundle in your arms. "Oh, Carter!"

Two years and a wedding later (a beautiful outdoorsy affair with homemade paper flowers), you were blessed with another child, this time a girl. Isabelle. How beautiful!

LOL! Not a stitch of it is accurate though. Thanks!

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Anonymous wrote:Carter & Isabelle

bump

Pretty please? I've contributed more than a few of the responses.

Ah yes, Carter and Isabelle.

You met DH in college but dated a long time before you got married. You didn't intend to have kids right away, but you got a little caught up in the enthusiasm of the first year of marriage and along came Carter. Ironically, Isabelle followed pretty quickly afterwards. You're now quite pleased with how close in age they are, once you got through the initial panic.

You and DH both work full time. The passion is still there. DH does spend a fair amount of time on the weekends going mountain biking, but you make him pay for that by booking yoga classes and massages on a regular basis. All in all, you share parenting pretty well.

You moved into a small cape right after Carter was born. You'd love to move into a bigger house but you keep watching the market and just can't figure out how to make it work, financially. You like to entertain and use your back deck a lot.

DH grew up in Portland - he's pretty laid back, but he likes DC, especially the restaurants. He also likes the distance from his family. Your parents are on the east coast, but not close by. You regret that Carter and Isabelle don't get to see their grandparents more often (their maternal grandparents, that is).

Thanks! I've bolded the accurate parts. The underlined parts are the opposite of our situation, and the italics are what I wish were true. DH hates bicyclists and is definitely not laid back.

Anonymous wrote:Milo
Eliot
Emmet

Milo is a handsome boy, but he's bigger than his classmates and sometimes has social "difficulties". The teacher has never stated it, but you think he is probably a bully and you worry about the way he treats the twins, Eliot and Emmet. Your nanny dotes on Milo and spoils him. You wish she would give the same level of attention to the toddlers. You have some guilt about returning to work and wonder if you should quit. You worry that your boys will grow up and ignore you like your husband does to his mother. You have weekly date nights with your husband and enjoy that time alone with him, even if it is sometimes boring.

You recently moved into your home in East Bethesda and are slowly getting to know the neighbors, but you wish you had a bigger yard and you don't trust the older hippie couple living across the street. The husband keeps odd hours and the wife is a bit too friendly...dropping off a bundle of lettuce that still had dirt on it and always waving from her kitchen window. You have a nice group of friends and always look forward to girls night out. You are starting to plan a weekend get away to New York with them and you can't wait. Your biggest secret is that you want to adopt a daughter. You have been studying websites and adoption blogs, but you haven't told your husband yet. He's happy having all boys, but you long to have a daughter and even have a few of your childhood dolls stashed in the closet in hopes of sharing them with her one day. If you had a daughter you would name her Stella or Nora.

Anonymous wrote:DS: Rumi.

You moved to the DC area for school and fell in love with it. You are very close with your mother, and although she constantly tries to persuade you to move back home, you are settled in DC for the long haul. You went to law school in the area but practicing law was just never your thing. Instead, you have made a career in academia and love teaching. And your students love you, especially the female ones who hope to have careers like yours one day. You are passionate about social justice issues.

You met DH in your mid-30s right around the time when you were about to give up on finding "the one." You and DH loved the single DC lifestyle, but you always knew you wanted children and did not wait too long to start trying. Rumi is the light of your life. You chose his name because it sounds beautiful and also to honor your Middle Eastern heritage. Rumi has beautiful dark hair, just like you. He is bright and precocious and you just know he is destined for something great. At this point in your life, Rumi may be your only and you are fine with that.

Anonymous wrote:

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Anonymous wrote:Carter & Isabelle

bump

Pretty please? I've contributed more than a few of the responses.

You had no idea you were pregnant.
You thought it was that last energy chewy thing you ate at the last rest stop on the century you were riding on your sweet new bike, perhaps a muscle cramp. Lo and behold, when the SAG wagon arrived, out popped a baby boy! So perfect! Ten fingers, ten toes, eyes like rainy pools. You were totally blindsided...by love.

As you moved from the SAG wagon to the ambulance, and then to the hospital, you realized you had, among other hallmarks of no preparation, no names to give this child. You looked at the tag on the onsie the hospital staff dressed him in, and you realized Fate had stepped in and graced you with this one small solution. "Carter," you whispered sweetly to the little bundle in your arms. "Oh, Carter!"

Two years and a wedding later (a beautiful outdoorsy affair with homemade paper flowers), you were blessed with another child, this time a girl. Isabelle. How beautiful!

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Carter & Isabelle

bump

Pretty please? I've contributed more than a few of the responses.

Ah yes, Carter and Isabelle.

You met DH in college but dated a long time before you got married. You didn't intend to have kids right away, but you got a little caught up in the enthusiasm of the first year of marriage and along came Carter. Ironically, Isabelle followed pretty quickly afterwards. You're now quite pleased with how close in age they are, once you got through the initial panic.

You and DH both work full time. The passion is still there. DH does spend a fair amount of time on the weekends going mountain biking, but you make him pay for that by booking yoga classes and massages on a regular basis. All in all, you share parenting pretty well.

You moved into a small cape right after Carter was born. You'd love to move into a bigger house but you keep watching the market and just can't figure out how to make it work, financially. You like to entertain and use your back deck a lot.

DH grew up in Portland - he's pretty laid back, but he likes DC, especially the restaurants. He also likes the distance from his family. Your parents are on the east coast, but not close by. You regret that Carter and Isabelle don't get to see their grandparents more often (their maternal grandparents, that is).

Anonymous wrote:Oliver
Mary Anne

You didn't tell DH but you named Mary Anne that after The Babysitter's Club character, and even did her room in navy blue and pale yellow. She is outgoing and friendly, and has become the honorary granddaughter to your elderly next door neighbor after seeing her laying on the floor of her living room through the window when Mary Anne was walking the dog. She came running home with the dog, yelled at you to call 911, forced DH to come with her to break into the neighbor's house and immediately went and pulled down the lady's dress which had gotten hiked up in the fall (which made DH feel relieved because he'd never seen real life granny panties on a real life granny before). The old lady had a broken hip, and Mary Anne went over to visit every single day after she got out of rehab. She brought Oliver once or twice, but knew he tired out the neighbor.

Oliver is a soccer star, a natural athlete at everything, and gets high grades in school despite being class clown. His best friend is a tomboy named Tessa who's a little rough around the edges, but a kind girl.

DH is a high school principal of a private school and you are head of the guidance department at another school, a public one. DH comes from money, and you have laid the foundation to get a condo in Manhattan. The two of you often cook dinner together. Sometimes, you make milkshakes for the kids for dessert, and you put liquor in yours and DH's. Once a month you host a game night with friends you've had pre-kids. Alcohol is served at game nights. Often the kids only play one or two rounds and then all settle into the den with blankets to watch a movie. You think it's sweet when they fall asleep together.

Huh. Cute.

Nolan
Isla

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Anonymous wrote:Carter & Isabelle

bump

Pretty please? I've contributed more than a few of the responses.

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Anonymous wrote:Sabine. An only for the moment.

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You are a native of France. You studied at Columbia and ar working in the U.S. for the World Bank. you are 5'3 and people think you look like Audry Hepburn. Your DH is a Brit. He's a former rugby player, good looking except for his teeth (I know, such a stereotype!) and when he laughs with his mouth full. He works for a British company and spends at least 3 of every 4 weeks in England, which is actually just fine with you.

You speak only French to Sabine and her nanny speaks only Spanish. At four years old, she is trilingual and thriving! You're planning to send her to Maret or H[b]olton Arms. Every couple of months you go to the Round Robin Bar and wind up having sex with one of the traveling businessmen you flirt with.

the bolded is the only correct part, but man, what a life!

Nothing is bolded! There's one tag in the middle of "Holton Arms," but I can't tell if you're saying the private school or the random hookups are right!

Oliver
Mary Anne