When my youngest was three, I had a baby who only lived 30 days. His name was Noah. Ever since then, a fingernail moon has been called Noni's Moon. HIs little sister said "Noah" but it came out "No-nee." When Noah was born and thirty days later he died, the moon looked like this- from that point on, my older daughter and I called it a Noni's Moon. He would be 22 years old in October of this year, and we still remember his moon.