So we went to our friends Rocco and Michelle’s house for dinner Sunday night. Rocco cooked an amazing meal and we got to meet their little boy, Rocco III, born on August 29. He and I bonded right away and I was able to give mama Michelle a nice break from holding him for a lot of the night.
We had a lot of fun talking about babies and parenting, including a lengthy conversation about baby names. Michelle gave me a stack of books to take home with me, two of which were giant baby name volumes, complete with meanings of names. So we talked about what would be the most ridiculous name we could give our child (answer: God) to how names from our age set (the Michelles, the Alisons, etc.) were just not around at all anymore and how many Rubys, Olivias, Jacksons, Mileses, etc. there are.
I made the (correct, I think) observation that Rocco and Michelle could basically get away with anything simply because of Rocco’s name alone (his last name, too, actually). Jonny and I could never, ever, in a million years get away with naming our child something as kick-ass as Rocco. Ever.You really have to think about what your kid might be like when you think of names for him/her.
i.e. the name Balthazar was thrown out there, and while Jonny and I liked it, a Balthazar evokes a tall, rugged in a European way type of guy. We have to face that our kid is the child of two tiny little Jews. It’s gonna be maybe 5’8” if a boy and maybe 5’3” if a girl, will likely have Jonny’s dark hair and my big ol’ schnoz. Thus, Balthazar? No can do, Baby Saddle…we just don’t have the moxy. We do, however, have a growing list of names that we like and would fit us and whatever little peanut we have pretty well. We shall see…
(To his credit, Rocco did bring up that in their case, they needed to make sure they weren’t going too Italian…so the family name was really his favorite option. Though the others they told us were awesome too, so my point remains intact, I think. Anyway…)
Anyway, Jonny and I walked away with lots of information and advice and full bellies and warm hearts. A fantastic Sunday evening.
Pictures by Darren (who is not pictured!): Me getting excited about something. Rocco and Michelle, chatting. Jonny and their dog, Vito (aka Jessa’s boyfriend). Me holding Baby Rocco, who was precious beyond belief.