I reeaaaallllly like naming babies. I kind of think I’m good at it, too. I tend to like names that are semi-nontraditional, but that would also be appropriate for, say, a future supreme court justice. Like edge-y… but not face-tattoo edge-y. And not so trendy that they need their middle initial to tell them apart from their classmates. (I have fond memories of being Stefanie C. among several other variations in the second grade.)
I formerly used nicknames for my kids on my site for the sake of privacy. You just never know these days but it’s starting to get stupid confusing. Those that know them in real life are all like, ::head scratch:: “WUT?” I know.
You may have noticed that I no longer use Knox for Nolan and Lux for Leah. Those are the real first names. Huck’s real first name is Henry, but we call him Huck. I love their names.
I always knew that if I had a boy I was going to name him Nolan. Nolan is a Gaelic name that means noble, or “having or showing fine personal qualities or high moral principles and ideals.” Our hope for him is that he lives up to his name and always chooses to be the kind, compassionate, just young man that we are trying to raise him to be.
Naming a girl was a bit harder. We threw around lots of ideas but finding one that stuck and we both agreed on was exhausting after eliminating all names of ex-girlfriends and high school mean girls. I was like, “Brian, stop trying to make Gretchen happen. It’s not happening.” Finally, Leah came to mind and rose to the top of our list. It means “Gazelle” which is “beauty and grace”, also “worthy cow” as in biblical days cows were very valuable and treasured. Also, the urban dictionary definition isn’t bad.
We didn’t know if Huck was going to be a boy or a girl before he was born. Not finding out the sex of the baby until delivery was one of my most favorite experiences. I wrote about that here. My third pregnancy was a surprise and we sort of just ran with that theme. For some reason coming up with a boy name was easy, we decided on Henry when we first started discussing it and Huck as a nickname not long after that. But the girl name was harder. I loved Vera and Veda, and Mila, and Harlow, but Ruby won out. If Huck had been a girl we would have named her Ruby Luvelle Evangeline Ritz. One of Huck’s (he has two!) middle names is Ridgely, after my father. His other middle name is Jude, meaning “praised one.”
There is actually one name that I can’t stand.
The name of my blog.
I’d love to change it. I registered the domain in haste and didn’t give it much thought, but now it sort of feels weirdly narcissistic, like it’s the Kanye West of wordpress. It’s not about branding or SEO or any of that blog-y crap. It’s just that I like myself… but not that much. The name doesn’t really reflect anything and I can do better than that. There’s got to be a million things that are better than what it is now. So now I’m going to sit back with an ice cold diet coke and snickers bar and pontificate what better names I can come up with and maybe hit the reset button this little ole’ blog.