Last night we had Oscar's naming ceremony with just relatives over in Wellesley. This is our usual thing--we can't get it together until the baby is like six months old. Anyway it was adorable. Some of the best wishes were: from cousin Craig, who is in sixth grade, "I wish you success in school and then in your professional life"; and from future Uncle Eric, "I hope that when the time is right you meet the right girl"; and from Summer, "I wish you won't do what I did and almost get hit by a car crossing the street on your bike."
It was a little weird to not have a deceased relative to lionize; we just liked the name Oscar. But we talked about all the signs that pointed to Oscar once we hit upon the name, particularly the Scandinavian significance. And John made Swedish pancakes for everyone.
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