We’ve been tossing around baby names lately. Just like last time, we settled on a boy’s name pretty quickly. And just like last time, we can’t quite put our finger on a girl’s name. I like names that would sound good on an 80-year-old southern lady. Ada, Ruby, Ida, Adel. But I’m finding there is a fine line I don’t want to cross. Southern is one thing but I don’t want this baby’s name to sound, as I wrote to a friend the other day, like she lives in a house up on blocks in the Oklahoma panhandle. Genteel yes. NASCAR no. Ada yes. Delores no. This indecision on what to name the baby if it is a girl is the only thing that makes me think we may have a sister for Eliza floating around in my belly.