Can Somebody Please Name This Baby?

Just for fun, and because we happened to get a bit of extra scratch in the ol' pockets, we went and had a lady do the goopscan on Jo's tummy.

We all got up early to fight the peak-hour traffic and trundled the entire clan up to North Perth for a sneak peek at the new arrival (sidenote: HOLY SHIT HE'S HERE IN TWO WEEKS).

First thing we saw in the really cool and lumpy and weird 3-D imagery?

BALLS.

A big 'ol eyeful of my boy's package.  Man, what a boy.  That's a boy.  Boy-oh-BOY is that a BOY.  I'm not posting that pic.  Just know that it's... WOW.

We got some good shots of his foot in his face and then his hands in his face.  Which, when you're talking 3D sonography imaging magications, means I thought he was like that Stephen King short story where the guy grows plants out of his orifices, but not in the cool Batman Villain Poison Ivy way.

Turns out, there's just a perfectly healthy and fat little boy in there.  Which is awesome.

Except he doesn't have A NAME.

What's he look like?  A Patrick?  A Michael?  A Duncalladadegh?  I'm sorta stuck.

Wife's had her "tunings" where she dreamt she was telling people "No, it's NOT 'leef' it's 'layf'."  She took that to mean his name might be "Leif".  But we werent' sure.  Well, she wasn't sure.  I was sure that I wanted to wait until I met him.

See, that can sound like the kind of cop-out a dad makes, buying himself time until bubs is out.  But I said it with Jade last time and I meant it.  Then, at the 19-week scan for her, I "met" her, and that was that.

His widdle hand is in his widdle face because he's so BIG in mummy's tummy.  He's so goddam CUTE that we're just besotted!

Still no name though.

Look at his little eyebrows!

I think he even looks like ME already!

Still no name though.

So what I did was get a bunch of little bits of paper and write letters on them.  Like Scrabble, only for your child's name.  I knew what letters I liked and I had a few names I liked, that seemed to be enough.

I started with "Leif" and then shifted things around in a Scrabbly way.

I really liked "Kieran" because his middle name will be "James" and that would make him "KJ" or "Cage" as a nickname.  That's pretty bad ass, no matter which way you slice it.

It's Celtic/Irish, which me and wife both dig, and it means "Little Dark One."

But, after seeing what he's packing, I just don't think I can give him any name that involves "little".

"Liam" was a nice one.  A bit overused these days for wife's tastes, but I liked it.  I wanted to meet him though, and I don't think he's a "Liam".  Plus, the first time I saw it was for "Liam Neeson" and, after my mother explained that most actors change their names to be stars, I thought that was a silly and made-up name.

Now THIS one... oh dear.  I mean, it's overused (according to Wifeage) and it's the same as very popular jeans.

Can't help it though, I really love "Levi".

On the drive home though, we both reckoned we were really feeling "Levi", and that was about as close as we've come to landing one.

Still no name though.

This is the kind of name that mixing letters up in my Scrabbletastic way.  I started with "Nathan" and then "Leam" and mixed the two.  I was kind of hoping for one of those A-HA! moments.

None came.

Now, there's a certain sister-in-law, who shall remain nameless, who love, Love, LOVES this one, but I just can't see it.

WEIRD though, she just popped up on my MSN while I was typing that.  She's suggested "Nicholas", which Jo and I both liked and is already my nephew's (brother's youngest) name.  Much as I LOVED John Cusack's line in "The Sure Thing" about why you name your kid "Nick", I'd get fired from The Exley Family if I did that.

Now THIS one just popped into my head while I was looking at pictures.  We'd probably bandied it about before, but I don't remember it tickling anything resembling my fancy.  But today for some reason, after looking at my little boofheaded little boy, with his giant BALLS, I'm feeling "Kyle".

Scrabblenamy Goodness is awesome, but I'm still flailing.

So I called in the Big Guns.

My little girl, Jade.

She came in and played with letters, and since she's in Kindy and learning stuff, we moved letters around and spelled new things.  Jade was quite pleased with herself when she spelled "Kyle".  I was pleased.  It was like a sign.  I thought that she'd get all mystical in her magic little ways and we had one.  Then I realised she wasn't done.

We're not naming him "Kyleyviranfamet." Not gonna happen.

Then I took ALL the letters, and spelled "Kyle", "Levi" and "Ryan" with some left over.

I put it to wife almost exactly that way too:

"Hey baby, I've got 'Kyle'..."

*eyes widen* "I likes..."

"I've got 'Ryan'..."

*widens eyes again* "Thought you didn't like that one?"

"I've got 'Levi'..." *knowing little nod*

*returns little nod* "I've been feeling that one all day..."

"And..." *pauses for effect* "MAFT."

*laughs until she snorts* "Wait honey... what if it's 'FAMT'?"

Pretty good thus far.  I reckon we're both thinking "Levi".

Also, NOT "Famt".

Levi James Exley is a pretty badass name.

Kyle James Exley is pretty badass too.

The question is not: Which one has more badassery?

The question really is: Is there still a Triple Choc Mars Bar in the fridge?  Or did the fatty get it?

Haha, just kidding honey.  I loves you.  And I bought 3 of those Mars Bars, just so this wouldn't be an issue.

So help me out people, please, pretty please, with Mars Bars on top.

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