The Tower of Babel, Idaho

There is a relatively popular story in the Bible referred to by many as “The Tower of Babel.” For generations it has fascinated young and old alike and reminded us namely that following the Lord is important; but secondarily that lacking clarity in language is not all that enjoyable. Indeed the “confusion” spoken of in the Bible was a curse upon the people.

It just so happens there is such a curse in action even today. An evening’s journey to the north lies a city named Idaho Falls, or is it Eagle Rock, or was it Taylor’s Crossing (look it up on wikipedia). It seems there was some CONFUSION about the NAME!

There in Idaho Falls lives a man named, “David,” but nobody calls him that. Most actually call him, “Barry,” but we call him “Grandpa.” Wow, there are so many names it’s confusing…

The thing about Grandpa is that he had a certain name in mind for little Daisy. To be fair, it wasn’t a bad name. It was a great name, and out of respect (and because we may yet use it for a future child), I won’t disclose it here.

A curious set of circumstances created an ideal setting for a hilarious coup on Daisy’s middle name. Maleen and I have been working to set the middle name, and it’s been incredibly difficult to agree on a name that fits little Daisy. She’s been Daisy for months, but Daisy what?

Grandpa capitalized on this situation. We called people and told them that they should look on the blog for the revelation of the heavily anticipated name (which we finally agreed on because Maleen was drugged). The buzz was too much to pass up. People started calling Dad, and he started handing out middle names—not the same ones! So to some he gave Daisy May; and to others Daisy Belle. Who knows what else was on the list? Martha, Margrette, Angel, Ann, Gretchen, Birtha, Ruth, Starla, Runt! Who knows!

So we were rather surprised when people started calling us to tell us “Congratulations on the birth of Daisy ___________!”

Just a little reminder that…well, I’m not sure what this is supposed to remind me of. I’m sure there’s a name for it, but I’m so confused I can’t remember.