What’s in a Name?

Picking out a name for a baby is super hard. You are picking out what this person is going to be called for the rest of their lives, and in most cases, you have not even met them yet.

With our first, we decided Mark would pick out the boy name and I would pick out the girl name. I really tried to convince him that Oscar was a great boys’ name. Everyone protested (except one of Mark’s brothers) because the kids at school would call him Oscar the Grouch. I relented. I tried for awhile for Seamus, a nod to Mark’s Irish heritage and in honor of his father, James. Mark would not have it and I gave up because I was sure I was having a girl anyway. I had two girl names picked and decided I would choose the final name after I saw her. He was a boy and he is named Brady.

With our second, we did the same thing. I had two girl names that were different from the first pregnancy and Mark picked out Sullivan. He was a boy and he is named Sullivan.

I wised up with the third one and insisted on picking both the boy AND girl names and I did not waste time picking two girls names since I was sure it was a boy. He was a boy and he is named Colin.

I like all of our kids’ names. They are good, strong, Irish names. I have always thought that Sullivan’s was the most unique until I found out that there is another Sullivan in his preschool (and a Seamus, go figure.)

Today I skipped cooking and took the kids to National Coney Island instead. Mark had to work late and I was feeling lazy. Halfway through dinner we made the obligatory trip to the restroom. A man stopped Sully and asked him who was on his Monster’s University cap. He pointed to the cap and said, “That’s me and that’s my friend Mike.”

So despite the many hours we spent picking out the perfect name, my child thinks that he is a cartoon monster. I cannot call this a naming fail because I really love the name Sullivan and it is really just an unfortunate coincidence that there is a monster with the last name Sullivan who goes by Sulley (it’s not even spelled the same as my Sully!) This must be a parenting fail since we have not raised him to differentiate between himself and cartoon monsters and maybe also because we sometimes call him Sully Monster. But at least Sulley (the monster) is more loveable than Oscar the Grouch, right?

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s