When hubs and I faced the task of naming our children, we had a ridiculously difficult time. Since we are both teachers, ordinary names were laced with connotations.
"What about Scott?" I would suggest.
"Nope. Remember Scott C?" hubs would remind me. "He set a fire in the school bathroom?"
Instantly, "Scott" was delegated to the toilet.
"What about Heather?" hubs would suggest.
"Wasn't Heather the girl who arrived to the school dance with a white short skirt and no panties?" I asked.
Hubs chuckled and replied, "Yep. No Heather."
Every single name we picked out had a story attached to it which made choosing just the right name maddening.
When I was pregnant with Ethan, we thought that we had found THE perfect name. We had no negative associations with either the first or middle name and we thought that we were in the clear. We chose Anthony Steven to be our baby boy's name and for about a week we would both talk to my belly using silly voices and the name Anthony Steven.
Then one day it dawned on me.
Our last name begins with an 'S'.
Our baby boy would be Anthony Steven 'S'.
Clearly, we could not saddle a child with ASS initials, and we went back to the drawing board.
And now we are facing another naming dilemma.
I am not pregnant.
But this little guy will be joining our insanity in a few weeks . . .
and we are at a loss for names.