Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Have you ever noticed how hard it is to come up with a kid's name?
It seemed so easy when we were teenagers in love.
Meshack and I (yes, we were high school sweethearts), used to jokingly talk about the names our kids would have. We came up with monikers like Bo, Katelyn and Shae.
Now, I can't stand 'em. Not that they're bad names. It's just that they're just too...I don't know...80s.
That's what has me so gun-shy.
Meshack and I have a tendency to get trapped in the popular naming trend-of-the-decade and stick our kids with names that date them. Now, I'm afraid of giving our precious little girl a tag that in a few years will date her back to the late 2000s.
We've already done it to the other three.
Q-ball was almost a Peyton...you know...after the Colts quarterback. WE'RE NOT EVEN COLTS FANS! He ended up getting named after the journalism program at my alma matter...a unique name...but definitely a product of the late 90s. At least it's one our friends and family can pronounce.
Not so for our daughter. We definitely got stuck in the 'make the name as unique as possible, early 00's trend.) Punky is named after the journalism building at our alma-matter. It's a name nobody would ever guess and absolutely no one can pronounce correctly. In fact it's a word no one has ever heard before...except for fellow alum. (You should hear the comments from people at football games who hear me call out to her! :) Everyone else who hears it, at first mispronounces it and then she has to correct them. And while they all say what a great name is, the truth is, she's scarred for life. I imagine someday she'll give up altogether and start using her Russian middle name.
JacJac lucked out. He was named after a one of the greatest basketball coaches to ever coach at our alma matter. (Do you see a theme here?) That meant he ended up with a pretty normal designation, but of course not a normal spelling. (We couldn't let him off that easy.) No one gets it...and often it's mistaken for another name.
(Boy I wish I could stop speaking in code and just tell you what their names are!)
With all of that being said, Meshack and I have worked really hard in the last four months to come up with something for our daughter-to-be that we both like and can live out our days with a clear conscious. (If you thought our daughter's name was going to be Maddie, please check out the post entitled, what's in a name?...it will fill you in on the craziness we have gone through to name our kids.)
Last night we thought we finally had it...the perfect name.
We had agonized, struggled, argued and negotiated.
We had gone through list, upon list, upon list of possible names. Scratching through them as we found one reason after another not to keep it.
Finally we were left with one...
Isn't it cute?
(No...of course I'm not going to give you the real name! If you really want to know, email me and I'll fill you in.)
As we were going to bed, chatting about how clever we were and about how we had just come up with the perfect name, Meshack suddenly realized something.
His boss' DOG is named that!
I DON'T CARE.
She's going to have the name anyway!
We've worked too hard.
Besides the dog won't live forever. In another decade or so she'll be gone and our E.S. will still be around.
And in the meantime we just won't take E.S. to the clinic...
And if we do, we'll call her by the full name instead of the nickname.
I think we're back to square one.