Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Olivia Says So

This past lovely October weekend, things were discussed...important things...and decisions were made.  This grandmother needed a name, and not just any name, a name that will roll off this baby's tongue like a warm bottle of Similac.  Olivia came to visit for the weekend so luckily we had plenty of moments to soak up her pinkness.

We have been trying on several different names to see how they Mimi. That Grandpa guy informed us that in the Maori language it was not such a pleasant thing. The lawyer girl insists I embrace the name Damma...too bad you are in LA, Lawyer Girl and can't argue your case for that name.  Friends with an Italian background suggested Nona Lisa...think Mona Lisa...cute, but Mona Lisa looks way too serious all the time.  Since I love the movie "Gone With The Wind", Olivia and I discussed the name Mammy...

"I said I is gwoin' to Atlanta wit you and gwoin' I is."

"Yes'm you is, you's gonna eat every mouthful of this"

"I is told ya and told ya that you can always tell a lady by the way she eats in front of folks like a bird and I ain't aimin' for you to go to Mr. John Wilkes and eat like a field hand and gobble like a hog!"

I could go on for hours with quotes from this movie.

Oh Olivia likes that one! 

But still not quite right...the name needs to be just perfect!  Olivia and I sit down for a sofa discussion...she has a plethora of fabulous fashionable outfits...this one came all the way from the fashion capital of the world...New York City!

Baby girl is not afraid to dress it down seen in her favorite pair of jeans.  

The Momma Girl (Cass) thinks the name Grandma Lisa is just fine.

The man we keep referring to as Grandpa, suddenly informed us one day that he would no longer answer to the title Grandpa...he will officially go by Papa.  Not one of us argued with Papa on that one. 

Sadly, the weekend was coming to a close and over breakfast Olivia and I were discussing what a delightful time we had together. How fun it was to pick out her first pumpkin.  And then it just came out "Nana loves you Olivia."  Papa (the guy formerly called Grandpa) informs everyone that Nana means grandmother in Maori.  Papa should know, he spent 2 years in New Zealand a while back. Papa approves!

Olivia breaks from her breakfast bottle to give me a giant pink smile. 

Nana it is...Olivia said so. 

Oh, Nana loves Olivia, from her delicate soft fingers...

to her cute as a button, belly button...

all the way down to her pudgy pink piggies!

And for those critics who don't like the choice Olivia and I made...well fiddle-dee-dee as Rhett Butler says

"Frankly my dear... I don't give a bleep (tiny ears are present)!


  1. I'm drooling over her delicious pinkness. And Nana? Nana is WONDERFUL!

  2. Olivia knows best! She is so beautiful. We can't wait to see her coming down the grand staircase in her ball gowns!(in a few years of course)

  3. Adorable photos! Such a sweet story...I love Nana. Isn't it fun to be at this stage of life? I still like being Mimi (don't tell me what it means in Maori)and Bob. Bob being Mike. He didn't get to choose. Kaya did it for him.

  4. Papa and Nana ~ we have the same titles :) and wear them with pride! Those photos of Miss Olivia are gorgeous! She is such a pink delight.
    My mom called her grandma nana and the one from poland baka - Mark said baka means cow in Japanese - happy I am nana.