Frappe
So it's hours and hours after I should have been asleep, and I have a series of tiny but deep paper cuts on the very tips of my fingers that make for challenging, painful typing. That's one of the downsides of publishing, in case you were curious: Paper cuts so intense they bleed. That and pink highlighters dropped right on the front of favorite shirts, leaving skittering trails of stain in their wake.
But anyway.
I think "Penelope" is unexpectedly wonderful, sweet and cuddly and noble and well in keeping with the Hanson tradition of fabulous names. It's possible that I'm prejudiced, as Penelope was the name of my very favorite Cabbage Patch Kid when I was growing up, but it just makes me happy to hear. Penelope Hanson. Penny Hanson. I said it to myself all day on Wednesday, thanking god that Tizporah turned out to be just a rumor. I have nothing against wacky Hebrew names, be they Naamah or Shulamit or Simcha. But Tizporah? No child should be saddled with such a mess of a word, no matter how lovely its meaning may be. Natalie and Taylor's real choice of name restored my faith in Hanson just a little bit, putting an extra happy shine on my memories of them, all different and strange and unimaginably perfect at once. I would never have thought to name a child Penelope, but now I can't imagine anything better: It's sturdy and sensible, whimsical and wonderful.
But anyway.
I think "Penelope" is unexpectedly wonderful, sweet and cuddly and noble and well in keeping with the Hanson tradition of fabulous names. It's possible that I'm prejudiced, as Penelope was the name of my very favorite Cabbage Patch Kid when I was growing up, but it just makes me happy to hear. Penelope Hanson. Penny Hanson. I said it to myself all day on Wednesday, thanking god that Tizporah turned out to be just a rumor. I have nothing against wacky Hebrew names, be they Naamah or Shulamit or Simcha. But Tizporah? No child should be saddled with such a mess of a word, no matter how lovely its meaning may be. Natalie and Taylor's real choice of name restored my faith in Hanson just a little bit, putting an extra happy shine on my memories of them, all different and strange and unimaginably perfect at once. I would never have thought to name a child Penelope, but now I can't imagine anything better: It's sturdy and sensible, whimsical and wonderful.