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...of a name

If you've been tracking with us for awhile now, you may remember that when we were pregnant with Selah, we had a boy name chosen.  This time, we had a few boy options, but the old standby won out, because we really do like it a lot.  But just like two years ago, we still can't quite agree on a middle name for this kid.

That's where you can help.

His name is Simon.  After Simon Peter, the apostle.  It's five letters and it's Hebrew (like the other kids) and we like it.

But, here's the thing: We have four options for middle names.  The two that Quinn really like, I have been vehemently opposed to.  I will share them with you in the most unbiased (yeah, right) way possible and you can tell me if I'm wrong.  For real.  I won't be mad.

He likes Simon Quinn and Simon Peter.

Now, you may be thinking "Wait a minute... isn't Quinn Abram's middle name?" Why yes, yes it is. Much to the credit of his beloved parents, Quinn likes his name and he likes the idea of naming all of his sons with it.  Like "Abram, son of Quinn" and "Simon, son of Quinn". I think it sounds good, but I think it sounds a little egotistical (although that's pretty much the opposite of what Quinn ever is or will ever be). But also, I say Quinn's name quite a few times during the day, then I say "Abram Quinn" at least 20 times a day (which rises exponentially each day he gets closer to three years old).  If I'm going to be saying "Simon Quinn" 20-1000 times a day, I think I might never want to hear the name "Quinn" again, which would be tragic if it were three of my family members' names.

Then Simon Peter. This just feels like too much for some reason.  Like naming a kid after George Washington, but actually naming him George Washington Smith. I don't know...

Also, the other kids have a Bible name and a family name.  So that's kind of what I wanted to stick with. One of Quinn's grandfathers was named Paul.  I never had the opportunity to meet him, but his wife and children and grandchildren are all amazing people who loved the way he lead his family to love and serve the Lord.  The one small problem I have with Simon Paul, is the existence of Paul Simon - who I actually really like - but I wouldn't name a child after him.  But most people probably wouldn't even think of that when they heard Simon Paul Smith, right?  Kind of like how I was apprehensive about choosing Anaka Shockley Smith after I got married instead of Anaka Christine Smith.  But it turns out no one even thinks of my initials unless I point them out.

See?

The one I like is Simon Ward, which is my grandparents' last name. They are both amazing people, who have played a significant role in my life and my walk with Jesus.  I think Quinn just doesn't like the way it sounds as much.  He's not super opposed, but just not a huge fan.

So there's that. We aren't in a big rush to pick it, since at least he has a first name. Besides, it's not like I'm going to be monogramming any baby stuff any time soon.  My sewing machine is broken.  And I have two other kids.
The two other kids.  Hanging out in Randall's majlis next to the kitchen while I made dinner. Love how much they like each other.

Simon's 16 week ultra sound.  He looks a lot more like a peanut than he feels.  He's getting significantly bigger by the day, I can see it :)

All done.



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  1. If the middle name doesn't have to be a family name (like Peter isn't) but you want an apostle's name, how about "Andrew"? Just a possibility. Of the four you mentioned my vote goes to "Quinn" though I understand your reservations!

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