Laina wasn’t always Laina, she was supposed to be Kalia. (pronounced: Lay-nuh and Kuh-lee-yuh). My heart was SET on Kalia. A Google search told me it was Hawaiian for ‘beautiful’ and and that sealed it. It couldn’t be more perfect.
I shared her name with everyone and for seven months that’s what I called my growing belly.
Dear, sweet, adorable, chocolate-covered Kalia.
When I was seven months along Pat and I took a trip to Hawaii with Maile in tow. We shared our baby name with the family and the family was all “Kalia’s nice…but it definitely doesn’t mean ‘beautiful’…it’s actually a type of Hawaiian tree”.
And then Pat was all “We’re not naming our daughter after a tree” and with that, my seven months of calling my baby Kalia had ended.
I was irritated.
So WHAT if it was a tree…it’s a pretty name!
When we got home I went to visit my Mom and my sister and I was all “OMG I’m so annoyed with Pat!” and I told them about the name issue and I was all “The thing is I’ve thought of EVERY name possible and I really love Kalia!! That’s it. There is no other name! I mean, I challenge anyone to come up with a name that I might like better than Kalia! It’s just not going to happen and I’m so mad at Pat!”
My sister was concerned. Naming future children is a favorite past time of hers and she felt my pain on the loss of a name I had my heart set on.
She furrowed her brow and when I finished talking she said, “What about….Laina?”
And I was all “oooooh I like that!”
And so we named her Laina.
And my birthday girl just turned seven.
Happy Birthday Laina!
(May be time for a new pair of pants?)