Why exactly do we bother to name things around here?
Seriously.
Kiara is more commonly referred to as "Kiki" or "Kizashi."
Cody gets called "Biscuit" all of the time.
Even Alexis rarely hears her given name. She has a list of nicknames a mile long, some of which make sense but others are about as logical as that whole "Cody --> Biscuit" thing.
After months and months of turmoil (Most of which was basically, "We should talk about names." "Maybe later."), we settled on a name for the Tiny Human. But, at the rate we're going, she's not going to hear it until she's sitting in a classroom super-confused because a teacher is referring to her by her given name.
Mila Joliette. Mila just because it's awesome and Joliette because we wanted a name that started with "J". We wanted her to be able to go by the nickname "MJ." She won't know that.
Because she's Smoosh.
I mean, seriously.
The child is only happy if she is folded in thirds, rolled up in a ball, and stuffed in someone's pocket.
If you try to straighten her out, she screams. If you pull her legs straight, she screams. If you even imply that maybe she stretch out a bit, run for the ear plugs because she's going to scream.
You can't un-smoosh The Smoosh.