Royal Baby

The most exciting event since the Royal Wedding has finally happened—that’s right: the Royal Baby has been born! I’m so happy that Kate and the baby boy are both healthy. I’m also honored to share a birthday month—actually week—and red ruby birthstone with the newborn babe. I have to admit, though, that I’m a little disappointed we don’t get to share a birthday and horoscope—I think a royal Leo would have been much, much more appropriate than a royal Cancer, just saying. Oh, well. I’ll accept month/week/birthstone, I guess.

Now everybody is waiting in suspense to hear the name of this child! Prince William was a week old before his name was discovered and released by the press. Will has four first names, by the way: William Arthur Philip Louis. I decided a while ago—before I knew this, I swear—that if I ever have a son, he will be named Arthur. I’m serious—there are so many reasons, maybe I’ll have a whole column dedicated to that some week…but for now, just trust me; I claimed that name long ago, ok. Now, the only baby I’ll allow to steal my future baby’s name is, of course, the Royal Baby. And with that being his father’s second name, I’d say there’s a good chance that will be the case. Which, like I said, is all right, because that’s just one more thing the Royal Baby and I will have in common—his name and my future son’s name.

            You all probably think I’m pretty crazy to care so much about some baby from another country. But I’ve been obsessed with all things British since I was a kid and my dad spoke in a British accent to make my sister and me laugh. The three of us would talk like that for fun sometimes, especially in long car rides. As I grew older, I became fascinated with not just the accents, but the culture, literature, film, music, geography, and history of the United Kingdom.

Two and a half years ago, the Royal Wedding was broadcast live on television. I believe it began at 3 or 4 A.M. our time. My sister, Karen, and I had planned on staying up to watch it, despite the fact we had school in the morning. I will never forgive myself for sleeping through the wedding, even though I was able to watch it the next day; I’ve written before on how I feel about watching things live—it’s just different. I’m glad the Royal Birth wasn’t broadcast live on television, because I totally would have purposely slept through that. In reality, though, I was just as anxious and captivated, maybe even more so, for this baby as I was for the wedding, and I’ll be impatiently waiting to find out his name.

            Congratulations, William and Kate, Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.

            Always, Anna