We began with “Cheerio” in Capetown.
Next we bought an Anne Geddes doll of a baby in a tiger suit and “Baby le Tigre” entered the lexicon.
Next, in January, we learned he was not a twin, thus inspiring “Singleton”.
As he fattened up, “Singleton” became “Dumpling” which became “Tiny Babes” or TB, which became “Doodle” (especially on the other side of the pond. . . .) This naming frenzy continued until the minutes, sometimes serious, but often affectionately focused on nicknames for a little person who gave big kicks. In labor, after the epidural, he became “Numb-butt”, but only for a few hours until he came to join us and became “Theodore” - “Theo” for short. What a long, windy and amusing road to a perfect destination.
