When Mike was first born, I mistakenly called him Timmy so often that even Timmy started calling him Timmy. Now that's bad. My 21-month-old thought we named his baby brother after him. Wouldn't that have been confusing!
Another funny regarding Mike's name is that we were planning to name him Esther if he had been a girl, and Aaron if he was a boy. Throughout the pregnancy we merged the names and just referred to him as Esther-or-Aaron, which became Esther-Aaron. After his birth, when it became readily apparent that he was in fact a boy, we had trouble getting his name straight.On one of our home movies you can see the poor baby's own mother calling him "Esther." Try as we would to call him Aaron, it just never worked. That's when Timmy sweetly pointed down at the baby and very clearly said, "Baby Michael." (The only tiny baby Tim had known was a little guy named Michael.)
And so it happened that Aaron became Aaron Michael, and it was the Michael that stuck. Michael turned to Mikey, which turned to Mike through the years.
I now call Jonny Mike and sometimes confuse Bekah and Debbie, even calling them Hannah if I have recently spoken to her on the phone.
What I taught the children was that if I was looking straight at them, they had jolly well better do what I say, no matter what name I choose to call them at the moment.
I have been known to get my own children's names and birthdays confused,
but I do remember that Esther-Aaron-Timothy-Michael-Mikey-Mike was born on 2/2 at
11:11.
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