Sawyer came to me today and told me that from now on he would not be answering to "Sawyer."
And that I was to only call him "Inigo Montoya" from now on. Not just "Inigo," mind you, but "Inigo Montoya." The whole thing. Every time I needed him.
Someone has been watching one too many run-throughs of The Princess Bride.
As I chuckled and pinky promised that I would do my best to remember, I got to thinking about my babies and why in the world I named them what I named them.
When the husband and I first found out that we were pregnant with our first baby, we started making the baby name list before we even made it to our first doctor's appointment. We felt like grownups as we paid for our first baby name book at WalMart and laid in bed at night reading through every page multiple times.
We picked out Addison for our girl's name. And then two people we knew had baby Addisons. Grrr. But we couldn't find another name that we liked as well, so we prayed it would be a boy.
And he was. As soon as the doc confirmed that he was all boy, we realized that we had to find a name. I picked out LOTS that I liked. Like 40. But the husband nixed them all. Again. Grrr.
And then we found it.
KEATON. And we'd spell it like the last name Keaton. And it would be different. And it flowed with our last name. And it meshed with the middle name, ELI, that we had already decided on. Eli is Kirk's father's name, as well as a Biblical name. So we were killing two birds with one stone.
And so he became KEATON ELI.
Then we found out we were pregnant again. Again with the perusing of the baby name books and watching the credits roll on movies and tv shows, hoping that names would pop out at us.
We had already cancelled out Addison as a possibility for our potential daughter, so we decided on Emma Kate. I was coming into the stage of loving the old fashioned names for girls, and Emma Kate sounded lovely in my head.
We hadn't picked a boys' name when we found out that we were having another son. Hmmmmm. I was upset. Surely I was supposed to have a daughter so that she could be Emma Kate. It only seemed right.
But. It wasn't happening. So we searched and looked and looked and searched. And we stumbled on the name SAWYER. It seemed manly. And tough. And it was different.
And it sounded good with my daddy's name which was to be his middle name. And so he was SAWYER JAMES.
And I don't think we could have picked a better name for that ornery red-headed ragamuffin.
As far as we knew, our family was complete. I mourned the loss of my Emma Kate and placed the name up on the shelf. Maybe I could convince one of my future daughter-in-laws that it is a perfectly beautiful name.
And then surprise, surprise, surprise, I turned up pregnant. Holy Cow!
Even when the doctor told me that it was a boy, I was convinced SHE was a girl. I just knew that I was going to get my Emma Kate. I swore to the existence of that little girl until the day she was born.
Um....HE was a BOY.
Luckily, we had picked a boys' name (just in case...because Kirk said that was practical...hurmph). But I tell you, it was HARD.
We had read the baby name book backwards and forwards. Nuthin'. We'd been through the lists on the internet. Nuthin'. I had almost given up hope of us finding a name that we both agreed upon, and I was drowning my sorrows in a Friends' marathon.
And as I watched the credits roll on one particular episode, I saw it.
One of Rachel Green's boyfriends on the show was played by a guest starring actor: Tate Donovan.
Tate! That's it! Tate!
Now...what about that blasted middle name. We'd used both grandfathers' names, and didn't want to start in on great-grandfathers, because we had no idea which one to choose. So we went to the next logical choice. We'd name this baby after his daddy.
But we decided that Tate Kirk sounded awful....and relatively like the sounds that come with a nasty stomach virus.
But Kirk's middle name is Matthew...and it fit. It was a Biblical name, too...which worked out grand.
So on delivery day...there was no Emma Kate, as I was thoroughly convinced about, but we had our sweet baby TATE MATTHEW.
I do think, however, that if by some miracle we have another baby....I think his name (or her name, just for fun) will be Inigo Montoyo.
Just seems like a good conversation starter. And Lord knows I like to talk.
So.....I know that some of you are very private about your children's real names here in blogworld, and that is totally cool. But I do have a couple of questions. (And if you don't have children yet....just tell me the names on your list...you know you have one. EVERY girl has a list!)
1) Why'd you name your kids what you did? If you don't want to list specific names, just tell me if they are named after family or an actor or if their names came from the good ole' baby book.
2) Do you think you would have chosen the same names had your family started tomorrow instead of ______ months/years ago? I think I would have chosen different names now.