The Name Game

Great. Thanks a lot Beyonce. Now I can't name my son Green because I'll seem trendy going with the color thing because you had to go and name your baby Blue. Now I'm screwed. I could have even gone with Blue myself. Blue Boyer. I could say "you're my boy, Blue!!" all day. And Beyonce and Jay-Z had to take that from me.

I think it would be easier to name a baby if I were a celebrity. You can get away with some crazy shit. Pilot Inspektor? Taken. Moon Unit?? Taken. Bronx Mowgli? Taken. Zuma? Zowie? Arpad? Speck Wildhorse?? All taken. I could just blindly point to a few letters in the alphabet and create a new "American" name. I could pick a name and put a lowercase i in front of it in honor of Steve Jobs? iPaul. Has a nice ring, no?

By the third time around, thinking of another boy name is pretty hard. With Henry, it was frustrating. I merely suggested Henry Philip once to Phil and he held on to that name with a kung-fu grip. He untimely "won" the name battle, and in the end, it was perfect. With Sam, We knew we wanted the middle name to be Henry. So that knocked out a few names that didn't go with it. We tossed around some names, and almost every name I suggested - Phil hated. But in all fairness, every name Phil suggested made me gag. We're a little opposite. Samuel was on the suggestion list the first time around and of course Phil hated it because it wasn't Henry. But then I showed him what it meant, and he was turned. And then clutched on to that name with the afore-mentioned grip.

So now I've found a name I like. Finally. I know I have time. I know I might change my mind in some crazy pregnancy induced mania over the next 19 weeks. But I saw it, remembered it from a list I'd made in the past, and thought "that's it". And there is no "k" in place of a "c". No hyphens or apostrophes. It's not a color in the rainbow.

Now all I have to do is convince Phil. Because I've got a kung-fu grip too. That and you just don't mess with a grumpy pregnant lady who has made up her mind. She thinks.