Sentences with phrase «name remorse»

JOHNER RIEHL: Well tell me a little bit about your experience because this then for folks that there is a thing that called baby name remorse right and Sunny even admit it to may be having it a tincy bit.

SUNNY GAULT: I do and I'm not going to say I have baby name remorse because she's a twin so I still think it's really special but at the same time I'm like yeah everyone's named their baby Addison.

Today we're talking about baby names and also baby name remorse.

Let's start this week's conversation about baby names and baby name remorse by going around the room and meeting everyone whose here.

Not exact matches

The process of choosing a baby name has genuinely become more stressful, and namer's remorse is indeed more common than ever before.

And what do you do if you later decide to change your baby's name, possibly due to remorse?

It was a pretty sympathetic interview, with Paladino insisting he has no remorse for his near - fight with The Post's Fred Dicker and reiterating that a photographer named «Amber», whose last name he didn't get, was shooting photos through the window of his 10 - year - old daughter whom he fathered out of wedlock.

Explodemon's ability, as his name implies, is to blow stuff up without remorse (which is what landed him in prison in the first place).

AS THE LAWRENCE WEINER RETROSPECTIVE at the Whitney Museum fades to white under multiple coats of Kilz and latex paint, and his various exuberant ephemera take up residence at LA MoCA before wending their way back to their rightful property owners; as Tate Modern and the ICA London emerge from momentary spells of whispered headlines, random sketching, streams of consciousness, and face slapping; as New York's New Museum concludes its vestigial assault on the Work of Art, not to mention the etiquette of proper spacing, and as visitors to the new building experience the worst case of buyer's remorse since the reopening of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago; as the Metropolitan Museum's Dutch paintings readjust to the staid organizing principles of artist's name, date, and genre rather than hanging according to who bought what from whom (on whose advice) and resold it to so - and - so, who then donated it to the Met; and as the scent of modesty - prosaic, charcoal filtered, crystalline - emanates from the 2008 Whitney Biennial, now is as good a time as any to talk about money.

Remorse is my middle name, I'd be lost without it.