Last night as Mark and I took a leisurely stroll after dinner. We talked about our future, our dreams, ending on the topic of our future children. When we first got together we agreed that two was the perfect number of children. One girl and one boy. We hadn’t figured our if our girl or boy would be first, but we had time to do that. We would never be out numbered. If we were alone with the kids our hands would always equal the number of kids, meaning we could control any situation. We were confident that two was the right number for us. One boy, Mark Winston Przybyla, III, nickname undecided. One Girl, Eleanor Joy*, Elle-Joy** for short. (I have long known that I wanted my first daughter to be named after my sister…yeah, I know it is a stretch… but work with me here!).
Since Mark and I have gotten married we have felt strongly that we should be open to more children. We both feel that if children agree with us and we with them then, yes, we will have more, as many as feels right. As of now neither of us can imagine more then four, but thankfully we don’t have to make these hard family planning decisions yet.
While we were walking I told Mark that we only have the two names picked out but we have been discussing more then two children. Meaning we need to get on naming those fictional children of ours, or else…. or else they will come here and we STILL won’t have names for them. I will be the bad mother that refers to her children as numbers. NUMBERS, MARK, NUMBERS!! I can’t be that kind of mother! Mark has learned that when I start hyperventilating about the trials of our future family it is faster and easier to solve said fictional future problem then to give me the ol’ “we will cross that bridge when we get there” line. Mark starts to suggest names.
“Well nothing like George… or anything that boring”
“I could do George, if his middle name is Washington.”
“Next thing you know we will be naming our next son John Adams. No, too citchy. We aren’t doing any citchy family names!!”
“Ok, how about Homer?”
“No! NO SIMPSON’S NAMES!!”
“I’m OK with biblical names but normal ones: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John…”
“The Acts? Romans?”
“NO!! NO!! What about Zion? Or Noah?”
“…” Mark totally bored
“No, Noah is too trendy. How about Judah? Or Trent? Or Jacob? Or Michael after my dad? Or….”
“I really like the name Sylar, but can we really name our son after the villain in Heroes?”
“No one will even remember Heroes by the time we have children.”
So God, we are letting you decide, do you want us to name our second son after the villain from Heroes, or do you want to give us daughters?
*We call dibs on Eleanor Joy
**Dibs on Elle-Joy too