The boy without a name...

Our poor kid is going to be one of those children who is born without a name.  Greg and I can't decide on a name.  It's a huge decision and we are definitely putting a lot of thought into it. Greg has a "thing" about picking a name that means something. We looked up our names and this is what we found:

Gregory: vigilant, watchful

Ashley: from the ash tree

Clearly the meaning of names doesn't mean much to me, I was apparently named after a tree. I think Greg wants his son to have a name that comes from somewhere or something in our lives.  He was named after two uncles that he never met and he likes that part of his name, "Gregory Michael."  My name was from a hat. My parents put 3 names they liked into a hat and picked one. My middle name, "Caroline" was my mom's middle name.  I too like how I got my name and think it is a cool story.  Some days I feel like putting all 40+ of our names into a hat and just picking one.

We have our list of favorites that we both agree on and are taking turns with the names.  For example two weeks ago we referred to him as "Mason" and the following week we called him "Jacob."  Although this sounds silly we have realized that we don't really like Jacob as much as we thought we would, and we really like the name Mason.  This week, he is Liam. Another name we are also really enjoying. Who knows what next week will bring!?!

Our poor son is going to be so confused.  Let's not even get started on his wardrobe.  This is a whole other issue in our house.

If Greg had his way our son would wear these...

If I had my way he would be wearing these...

Until we meet Liam...errr Mason....he is simply known as LITTLE MAN!