My Daughter is Not a Vampire

When I was little we had a series of dramatized fairy tales called "Let's Pretend" on vinyl records. We listened to them over and over again. One of the stories was "The Frog Prince" and his princess was named Rosalie. That was my first exposure to the name. Over the years I continued to run across the name, though rarely, and I always liked it. And when, finally, I was in labor with my last daughter (all of whom were born past their due dates,) my husband and I decided we really had to pick a name. And Rosalie was the one we most liked together. So.

Now, you'd probably have to have your head in a bucket (in which case you probably aren't reading blogs online) not to have heard of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series, which is about vampires. One of the vampires, a golden haired beauty, is also named Rosalie. Rosalie Hale, no less, which makes it even closer to home, as Hale is my maiden name. The series is wildly popular and I am glad for the author--we Mormons like to see other Mormons excel. But it still bothers me that people will assume that I named her after the book, simply because they never heard the name anywhere else. (I'll probably have to privatize my blog after this; this entry has too many googleable references.) Ah, well.

So that's my disclaimer. But here is the funny part. All of my other babies have grown their teeth in upper-middle and lower-middle pairs--like a beaver. But not Rosalie. In fact, she's got me a little worried.