My baby brother and his wife just had a baby boy. He was born Saturday night, and as of six o'clockish Sunday evening, he still didn't have a name. Well, he had one name. I assume his last name is Kellogg. But that's it, so far, Baby Kellogg.
And I think it's awesome. I know the trend is to have the baby's name picked out well in advance, but I have never been able to understand that. Okay, okay, John the Baptist and Jesus set a precedent of ahead-of-time naming, but barring some angelic revelation of a divinely appointed moniker, I think a kid deserves a face-to-face meeting before getting locked into a long-term label.
So kudos to you, Robbie, Lydia, and . . . dude. I think you have a name by now, but I'll always love the fact that you spent a day out in the open without a handle. Congratulations on everything. You're gonna have a lot of fun, no matter what people call you.
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