naming the baby

Scott and I realized today that we might want to get on this whole baby-naming thing.

I’m going to tell you the name I like best right now. Because I know you’re dying to know. And I know I’m not going to get to use it. Why? A) The child will probably get mercilessly teased. B) My odd-leaning personality is more suited to naming pets than children. C) It doesn’t quite pass the calling-out-from-the-screen-door for dinner test.  D) Not sure it rates anywhere near the top on the executive-name-plate list.

My vote is: Moses Ezekiel Adams.

See. Chastise me. Now.

I’m not religious. But for some reason biblical prophet type names totally jingle my bells.

Who knows? Maybe that will be his name. Little Mo… Mosey… Mosey E… Mo-Zeke. I think there might be a rapper tag in there somewhere.

The name sort of works from a familial perspective. My grandfather was Moe, short for Moise, Scott’s maternal family name is Moore. M’s are good, yes? His paternal grandfather and my maternal grandmother are both E’s.

I’m not totally nuts?

We’ve thought of some other names we’ll be arrested by child services for using.

How’s this one: Amazing Quality Adams. The Q is for Quincy. You know, presidentially-speaking. (Guess which one of us is the Q fan.) With this name, all he can hope for is a career as a magician.

And people say naming girls is more fun.

Then there is the question of whether or not the baby will be able to get his own URL. Turns out I’m not the first person to think Moses Adams sounds like a cool name. Google reports a few. Granted, most of them lived in the late 1700s to early 1800s and seemed to have a penchant for the maritime life. Except for one budding 21st century South African skateboarder. Hmmmm.

Well. We have time. While I look to the bible and our respective family trees, Scott will likely be researching the comic book canon, and doing what he can to keep me in line.