Originally Posted by Balota
When my daughter was pregnant she was living at home. She told us she was going to name him Nathanael. That was in July. I told her that was too long a name for me. I was going to call him Nanook because he was going to come home from the hospital in a blizzard dressed up like Nanook of the North. She said no way and no you can't call him Nanook.
The big day arrives and the temperature is about 70F. She delivers on 1-Dec, but there are complications. About 9 days later we are having a blizzard and guess who's going home?
Newborn, coming out of the hospital after complications, guess how he's dressed?
I'm the only one allowed to call him Nanook. He thinks it's funny.
Not the same sort of deal but that reminded me of my brother-in-law's sister, Anna when she had her daughter. Anna's mother (a real biotch) wanted her first grand daughter to be named after her (Catherine). Well, they named the baby Katerina. Catherine visited at the hospital (uninvited) and took the baby out of Anna's arms, waking he and making her cry, then went on to start calling the baby Catherine repeatedly as though trying to imprint the name on this day-old baby. Katerina's father, Fred (the son-in-law) gently took his daughter from the old bat and got her to calm down and go back to sleep, then said to his mother-out-law that she was forbidden from holding the baby until she used her proper given name. The old bat huffed and puffed and had a fit and then they called for the nurse and had her removed from the room. It was a week before she called and said that she would call the baby Katerina, and made a big stink about being insulted.
It has been a long time since I have seen these people, but for awhile Catherine would "slip up", using the wrong name. Fred would immediately tell her to leave the house and she couldn't come back for 24 hours.
This was the one and only thing about Fred that I ever admired.