Baby naming is a dangerous business. Everyone wants in on it. Everyone is an expert. When people meet Piper, they either love or hate the name. The first time I took her to meet our pediatrician he said, “What? You named her Pepper?” He declared her a healthy baby with insane parents.
There are many versions to the story of how Piper became a Piper. I’ll share a few in the next coming blogs, but here is an article I wrote for Mothering Magazine when I was pregnant with Piper about the perils of baby naming.
For Sissy’s version of the naming of Piper, read this. Stay tuned for more.
Guest Blogger, Sissy, Age 9:
When Piper was still just an idea, my mom, dad and I were thinking up all sorts of names for the soon-to-be little sibling. Since I was only five I was picking lots of very unusual names for this new child. My favorite was Rainbow. I pushed and pushed for that name and in the end we came to a compromise; the name Iris meaning goddess of the rainbow. Obviously the name did not stick. I’m sort of sad it didn’t, for now it really does suit her, though not as much as Piper. The reason such a strange name would fit? Her wardrobe. You name the clothing article, she has it in rainbow. A rainbow dress, pants, nightgown, bathing suit, and hair accessories. She’s been wearing rainbow this and that since she was little:
I wouldn’t be surprised if she had rainbow underwear. It’s actually grown to be her favorite color. And when I (or anyone else) tried to tell her that rainbow is not in fact a color, but multiple colors, she does not take it very well. “Rainbow is too a color, Sissy! Don’t you know anything? Hey, first one to touch Sandy wins!” This is Piper’s way of changing the subject. She sure is a colorful one.
In case you missed my other guest blog on doing puzzles with Piper, click here.