Not sure if this is my favorite post per se (I find something I don't like about all my posts, because, well... I need therapy), but since my life as of late is revolving around my newborn, this one had some ironic resonance. Punchline at the end.
Time is running out.
I have only 5-6 weeks left until what’s-his-name makes his appearance. And, that’s exactly the point. What is his name, by god!!???
So far, we’ve called him Jelly Bean. This works just fine to describe a growing bump around my mid-section, but he’ll need something more respectable when he comes out. Though, goodness knows, we’ll be referring to him as “angel cake” and “muffin cheeks” for about the first year, so does that buy us some more time?
But, we need to get serious here. We’re kind of at a loss. With Caleb I really believe we nabbed the only great boy name that both could agree upon and now there seems to be something wrong with every name we think of.
Add to all of this that I keep reading about couples who have meaningful and interesting stories about how they came to name their kids. Something with particular meaning in the local language they both learned while doing their PhD dissertations in Nambia. Or something from a work of art mom produced while they were falling in love. Oy, the pressure!
Really, we’re approaching this from the other angle – what NOT to name him. Nothing that could get attention of the class bully. Nothing so popular that he will forever be known as “John C.” Something unique, but not “Mookilala” unique. Something strong but not meat-head strong. Names of people who have wronged (or simply annoyed) us are out. So are ex-boyfriends (unfortunately, because there are some real gems in there.) Probably can’t use names of close friends’ and relatives’ kids. And not their pets (damn you Ezra the cat!) What’s left?
All of this makes me see the appeal of “Colin Jr.” custom.
Colin and I were joking this morning that we should just force ourselves to name him something ridiculous like “Christian Christensen” or, better yet, “Mordechai Christensen” unless we come up with something else by a certain time. You know… As motivation.
And we’re probably making the mistake of telling too many people the list of names we’re kicking around. With Caleb, this was no problem. Everyone LOVED the name. (Or at least told us they did).
For this one people are being a bit more brutally honest. We like(d?) Emet. Seems like a strong and unique name and means “truth” in Hebrew. Seems to go with Caleb. But some people (more than one) respond to this name with that scrunchy face you make when you eat something sour, saying “Um… it’s a little…uh… hillibilly.” Hadn’t thought of that before. But now…
I know what you’re going to say. Just don’t tell people! They’ll love the baby and whatever you name it when it arrives. My dad hated the name Jesse when he was in utero, now he’s in love with Jesse the boy.
Problem is that we truly don’t know what names we like, so we kind of welcome the… um… feedback. Sort of. We’ll still name him whatever we want despite what people say because we know the “jesse the boy” story. But since we’re at a loss, we kind of need to anticipate if we’re stepping in to a landmine.
And don't try to tell me not to stress, that we'll know the name after we meet the baby, because we won't. We'll be arguing about it until Baby Boy Christensen graduates from college.
So, we’re open to suggestions. Anyone?
In the end, we named our little
hillbilly baby Emmet. Now, as predicted, everyone loves it. And if they don't, they stay silent.
In the end, we named our little