Our son and his wife told us on Mother’s day that they were having a baby.  What exciting news!!!  This means that the number of our grandchildren has tripled in one year!  (Going from zero to three!)

We are so happy for them and for our daughter and her husband who are expecting in August!

After a LONG struggle, our daughter and her husband are going to have a baby.  Yipee!!!

They found out on Tuesday that they were going to have a girl.  Here’s her picture.  Don’t all grandmothers pull out pictures (like this one) of their grandchildren and brag about them???  (Bragging here refers to the grandkids, not the pictures.) Our beautiful granddaughter looks just like her mother did at this age . . .

Now (for me) comes the fun part of shopping for pink and frilly things!

Now (for them) comes the difficult time of deciding on a name.  Being the brilliant, creative, wonderful, caring, soon-to-be-grandmother-for-a-second-time that I am, I came up with a good name for this little darling.

(Now, work with me here folks, as I take you through the process of how I came up with the name.)

This little girl’s great-great-great grandmother on her maternal side (that’s my side of the family) was named Ada.

My name is Nina (pronounced with the long ‘I’ sound as in the number nine).

During the late sixties on the Johnny Carson show, Johnny did a monologue about inflation.  The legendary piano player, Vladimir Howrowitz, also included a monologue about inflation during some of his performances.  (In my opinion, Vladimir’s monologue was MUCH funnier!)  They talked about inflation concerning words. So, instead of someone it would be sometwo.  Everyone became everytwo.  Wonderful became twoderful.

Feeling very smug, my older sister started calling me Tena (based on the number 10 and pronounced ten-uh).

So, drum roll please.  Here is my suggestion of what my daughter should call our first born granddaughter:  Ada-Nina-Tena.

(Did ya catch the play on numbers there? I thought that I’d better point it out in case it slipped passed you because it has been known that my sense of humor is not quite like a normal person’s sense of humor. I don’t understand why but that’s the word out on the street . . .)

Like it?  No?

Did our daughter like the suggestion?  Thanks, but no thanks, she said.

Sigh.  And I was so pleased with myself for being so creative!