I Shall Call Him/Her...

Taufling.


It's German for "child to be baptized." My niece or nephew, my little half-a-banana, has seven generations of German American blood (Obi-Wan Kenobi voice) flowing through him/her on both sides, and this is the best name five minutes and an English-German dictionary site could give me.


It's not easy to find something sweet to call a baby in the German language. "Baby" is-- guess what-- "bebe" and "little one" is something like "Gerkafluggalleniduchean." There's nothing cute about forty-seven consonants crammed up together. I'll probably hack it down to Tauffy or Flingy, but for now the little bundle is Taufling. When Taufling arrives, he will be James or she will be Hannah, but while s/he grows she will be "Taufling." There's something Colorado in the air today. Then again, anything below 127% humidity feels like the Grand Canyon around here.


October 3, 2003

Mary Beth is an introvert.

She is eager to communicate but prefers doing so via email, a giant stage, or intense conversation about Important Things.

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