Before we found out the gender, we had a few names that were strong boy name contenders. Once we found out it was a boy, we chucked the list and let the flood gates of our creativity open wide. It was a lot of fun…at first.
We’d lay in bed, throwing out every random name (and sometimes object) we could think of—some of the more memorable ones included: Titus, Eddard, Henry, Cloyd, Ian, Maximus, Teague, Mads, Perrin, Fod, Trailer, and Shoe. It was a free-for-all. No object or name was safe. Chris even joked that we should call him Marquis. Our last name begins with “Mark”. So, genius. Not that I would seriously call my son Marquis, but oh my goodness that is a fun name.
Then the other day, we were playing the game again, calling out random names, “Kitten Paw,” I said. “Hitch,” he replied. “Blue Sky,” I said. “Wait,” he said, “Look up this name.” He said a long awkward name, which I couldn’t even spell. But we figured it out. And now, Chris is infatuated with this name—like, not joking, seriously, wants to name our son this name.
Early on, I told him he’d have the majority say on the name if it was a boy. I just feel strongly that a man should have the right to give his son the name of his choice, sort of a rite of passage. I had no idea I’d have to contend with this. Really, the name would not be so bad from a meaning stand point, “Great Warrior King”. But here are my issues with the name:
- It is FIVE syllables long.
- There’s not really a convenient or attractive shortened version of the name.
- It’s difficult to spell.
- It’s also difficult to pronounce.
So, I’m hoping a bit of time and finding another name just as strong will help sway him. In the mean time, my husband is calling our baby Vecingetorix.
