I’m mostly just killing time before my interview. Pat is at the dentist. Luke is sleeping. I’m on my own.
Now to my defense I have a hobby of looking up baby names. I like daydreaming what I’ll name future kids. Have since I was Luke’s age and named all my dolls Samantha. So this isn’t anything new.
When I was pregnant with Thomas we started from scratch. We knew right away if it was a girl she would be called Samantha Levey, a combination of me and Pat’s favorite little girl names. As for a boy we didn’t have any real clue. Pat did however confess he had always wanted a little TK. So I thought up T names and came upon Thomas quickly. We both liked the name, that was easy. I consulted a baby book and found Kenyon as a middle name. We both liked it. I had actually spent years wanting to go to Kenyon College here in Ohio, so it had extra special meaning for me. So there we had it by about the 2nd month of pregnancy: Samantha Levey or Thomas Kenyon.
Luke was almost as easy. I knew I wanted the middle name Jay. I wanted to name him for a good friend of ours, Jesse, who has always been there for us. So I just needed a good first name. I tossed around quite a few and even ran some by Pat when eventually Lucas came to mind. I ran it by Pat and he loved it. Granted I later found out it was because he could say “Luke I am your father” but whatever, it works. I was about 3-4 months pregnant and we had it: Samantha Levey or Lucas Jay.
After I gave birth to Luke, I knew I wasn’t done. We had just brought him home and I was holding him close, looking down into his sweet little face and I knew I needed one more. We had always talked of three anyway, so it wasn’t some huge surprise.
Since then we have been playing around with names for number three. Well, ok we have been playing around with names since before Thomas was concieved. But we (I) started taking it seriously from that moment on.
I also noticed a trend. Both Thomas and Lucas end in “as”. It was a coincidence but it was a pattern we could play with. I quickly came up with Marcas. It would work. Then another good friend of ours named his little boy Marcus. So we hesitate. Do we, or don’t we. For the longest time I didn’t care and Pat agreed with me. Then recently I learned that agreement was to shut me up about baby names already and he does actually object on the ground Eddie got to it first. Ok, so that’s back to the drawling board.
While I’m at it I need a middle name. Both Kenyon and Jay have a “y” in it so I figure I might as well follow the pattern and have a “y” in the middle name. I’ve suggested everything from Kyle to Anthony to Taylor. Pat agreed on Taylor at first but later confessed (same conversation as the Marcas confession) that he doesn’t like it.
So square one, only with the patterns in mind.
So today while waiting for my phone to ring, I’m looking up baby names online. A regular activity of mine, just with a little more purpose. I figure I’ll record here what I find.
First names :
Judas (but only because my mom gets a kick over how biblical Thoams and Lucas are)
Well ok then. There are a lot of really weird names ending in “as”. I hope Pat likes Douglas! (Or Judas ;))
Middle Names (this could take the hour I have left):
Kyle (because damnit, I like the name)
Henry (I love this name actually. Two guesses why, if you need more than one, well…)
Grey (Judas Grey?)
Ashley (I like it since it’s my middle name but Pat says not for a boy. Boo!)
Ok the list can go on. I think the first step is to get Pat to agree to a first name and then go from there.
Wait, why is Mississippi listed as a baby name? Hi, my name is Mississippi Mayes Marrs. It has a ring to it…
For the longest time Pat tried to talk me into Mo Man Marrs. There is a reason I’ll always fill out the birth certificate. It isn’t that I don’t trust him…