Naming Baby Cuatro

 
   




     With baby #4 on his way in just 9.5(ish) weeks.  Papa Bear and I find ourselves still playing the name game.  We have known since about 21 weeks that this baby is going to be another boy which you would think would make things easier since we only have to concentrate on boys' name.  You would think but that is not at all the case.  We could agree on a girl's name before we even knew what the little peanut was going to be.  Boy names are a different story.

    I like more original names - not awkward sounding, made up names but more original than say, Peter.  I'm not a big fan of trendy names or anything rhyming with Aiden, Caiden, or Brayden.  Papa Bear likes his grandfather's name which I don't hate but it is common and very plain.  Beside the other 3 boys' names is just sounds like we ran out of imagination when naming #4.  I also know about 4 other  little ones with that name that will be in the same age range as my little man.  I was 1 of 4 Stacey's in my class for most of my elementary school years and went to school with several Jennifers, Jessicas, Jasons and Stevens.  So far none of my boys have a duplicate of their name in any of their classes.

   It may be because I have had to do it so many times, but picking boys names seems to be much harder.  I could think of a dozen girl names that I would name a daughter but I have already had to pick the perfect boy's name 3 times.  When picking a girl name you just have to make sure it doesn't rhyme with anything that could be used against her by other kids and doesn't mistake her for a boy (some people fail on 1 or both of these points).  When it comes to boy names you have to be careful to choose a name that suits a baby, doesn't get him beat up as a teenager and still suits a grown man.  I can't call a baby Lyle and have a hard time calling a grown man Sabastian (no offence to any Sabastians out there it just doesn't scream masculine to me).

   Papa Bear isn't big on the name I like best.  I'm not sure if it is too "out there" for him,  if he just doesn't like the way it rolls of the tongue or the fact that Fuzzy told us it is also the name of a character from Lego Ninjago (which I was not aware).  The reactions from the few people I have mentioned the name I like are split down the middle.  That doesn't help sell the name to Papa Bear and it doesn't make me overly confident in the name myself.

   The days are ticking by and this little prince is going to be here before we know it so we better get our acts together and pick a name.  We have one name that is a compromise of parts that we both want and both like at this point but that could change too.  When people ask if we have a name chosen I tell them we can't agree on a name and at this point we are just going to call him Cuatro (after all "Four" is too boring).  I'm still banking on Papa Bear caving when he seems me go through the pain of labour again and tells me I can call him whatever I want :).




*Feel free to leave any boy name suggestions in the comments.  Who knows maybe you will suggest something we haven't thought of.

Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones

This week I have been called lots of names by different people. Some of them warranted and some of them not.

I was called "bitchy" and "bossy" by a lady at work (not to my face of course, just to everyone else in the hut). Why? For some reason it is bitchy to ask someone to do their job. Apparently it is too much to ask that they listen to what the heck the customer asked them for...and get it. If we are going to get paid the same should we not do the same amount of work? Come on lady, keep your name calling to yourself and keep up. Less jaw-jacking, more coffee pouring.

I was called names by a relative who has become an unwelcome member of my blog audience. Interesting that I am criticized for the way I treat people yet it is OK if they call a member of their "family" nasty names. I guess I should be glad it isn't behind my back anymore. Who's the bitch there? Take the knife out of my back and move along.

I was called a meanie by my 6 year old. A meanie because I asked him to eat some of his veggies at dinner and because I made him go to bed on time. I'm so sorry son that I want you to get proper nutrition to grow. I'm so sorry if I think that getting a good night sleep is more important than getting in some TV time. Dreams are better than cartoons anyways, go to bed.

Bitch seems to be a favourite. I think this is because a lot of people lack the creativity to come up with something original or because they are one themselves so they think they can identify their own kind.

What makes me a bitch? I'm not saying I am and I'm not saying I'm not but I will admit to ACTING like a bitch on an occasion or two...or three...or four. I am definitely not a "bitch" in the traditional meaning of the word as I am not a canine. Am I a bitch because I will tell the truth? I'm not sure when honesty no longer became the best policy but it seems people would rather be lied to. Am I a bitch because I will say things to your face where other people will say far worse behind your back? Whatever, most names don't penetrate my super, duper, ultra strong, anti name calling force field anyways.

When people call me names I just remember that childhood rhyme, "sticks and stones may hurt my bones but names will never hurt me". The rhyme holds true for the most part although sometimes it is the source that does indeed hurt though I rarely admit to that. I usually just try to make a joke of it. That way if it does hurt I can try to fool myself into thinking that it doesn't. Works for me most of the time.

That's all from this Bitch on this subject for now.