Hadley is feeling much better.
She is almost sitting up on her own… even if only for a few seconds at a time.
She loves to try and eat her new Vikings bear. I am sure she will be exposed to too much football in the next few months.
After a long week of her first cold, lots of rolling around and a new fear of the nasal syringe- she fell asleep before her bedtime. Night night.
I was waiting for the elevator this morning with Hadley and another mom with a baby girl who looked to be about the same age as Hadley was standing right next to us. As we waited and got on the elevator, the woman started asking me questions about Hadley’s age and name (by the way, Hadley is a total ham. She obviously loves the word ‘cute’ because anytime a random stranger uses the word- she gets a HUGE smile and puts her hands up to her face. Kerry and I are totally convinced she is saying in her head in a very coy way- ‘Cute? Who me? You can’t possibly think I am the cutest thing ever’). I told the woman her name and for the first time I had someone ask if we named her after Ernest Hemingway’s first wife. Now that I am writing this, I realize I did not directly say ‘no’ but said, ‘we found the name in a book and really liked it.’ She immediately started talking about how that was one of her favorite books and loved Ernest Hemingway so much. Of course, in my pre-coffee pre-9am long work week haze- I had no idea what book she was referring too. I was certain she was not referring to the baby name book we found the reference to Hadley in because Hemingway definitely did not write that book.
As I drove to work and remembered the torture of having to read two fairly depressing Hemingway books in high school- I could not think of the book that mentioned Hadley Richardson. I do appreciate Hemingway as an author but those weeks of reading, dissecting, discussing, re-discussing, re-reading and writing papers about depressing material were not my favorite high school moments. So, since it is August and I am only at this job another week- I immediately went to Amazon.com to see what book she was referring to and the title jumped right out at me. A Moveable Feast was Hemingway’s memoir and was edited and published after his death. I admit I have never read his memoir but have added it to my library list. Even though she is not Hadley’s namesake, I am a bit curious about Hadley Richardson.
And, the little girl in the elevator’s name was Ellen. I told her mom she had a beautiful name too.
all three of us 