A Baby with a Name

We honestly didn't have a name picked out for her going into the hospital.  I know a lot of people thought we were just being secretive, but we really didn't have one!  Once she was born, we narrowed it down to our top 3 names and just kept thinking about what we should call her.  We still didn't talk about it too much because we slept as much as possible at the hospital and Neil went home each day to shower and see Barrett/bring him to the hospital.  

Finally, on Thursday, our last day there, we decided to call her Eden Taylor and she seemed to like it.

Taylor is after my little brother.  Eden was just a name we liked, but coincidentally is a family name as well.  When we came home, my parents remembered that my great grandma's name was Columbia Eden.  Let's see, so that's my Dad's Mom's Mom or, in other words my Grandma Roselyn's mom referred to as Nanny, who lived with my grandparents for 21 years, but passed away before I was born.

The day we brought her home, my Dad walked in and asked if she had a name yet.  Bear was first to respond and said, "Yes, her name is Windy!"  And he insisted on calling her that the rest of the day even though we kept telling him that her name was Eden.  The next day (and still to this day) he insists that her name is NOT Eden, it's Pumpkin, and gets mad if you call her Eden.  He'll warm up to it eventually I think...