Name That Baby

This morning was a momentous occasion because my Caveman husband approached me and, out of nowhere and with zero nagging, green-lighted a baby name we had been batting around, both first and middle. During this entire pregnancy, every time I brought up a potential name or asked if we could have a name discussion I got an eye roll and a "Stop rushing meeeee." Even eight and half months in. Even after our potential early labor adventure.

My concern for this nameless baby had been mounting because every time he did throw out an idea, it made me wonder if he actually hated our unborn son. Which is the same thing I am wondering about Mariah Carey and her twins. Now, I'm not one to judge someone's baby name. Well, not in a public forum. I know everyone has their own intense name opinions. I know there are people who will dislike the name we picked, just like there are plenty of names out there that I personally can't stand. And I'm not going to list them on this blog for fear of a potential Internet firestorm. The name game is just that dangerous.

A while ago we were out at a restaurant and I was on my third or fourth (or fifth or sixth) garlic roll, trying to ignore the heinous behavior of the children seated behind us. Then I heard their ludicrous names and realized their parents had destined them for a life of crime or professional wrestling.

I am making my own effort to be kind in naming my child and I feel other parents should forgo the ridiculously "unique" to do the same. If you are brave enough, feel free to share any names that have made you cringe or slap on the fake smile and say, "Oooh, I love that one!"