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For those of you that don't yet know, my wife and I are the proud parents of another wonderful baby boy. On 1/16/2010 Sarah brought seven pounds, six ounces of newly minted Linden into the world. There were a couple complications after delivery, but I am exceedingly happy and proud to say that both Mommy and Baby are doing just fine.
That said... Let's get to the point of this post. Baby Names. More specifically, our baby's name. Upon hearing my second-born son's name I have received comments such as:
Interestingly though, nearly every negative we've received has been from people at least a decade older than I am. It's like there's some sort of translation error that hooks the name to some bad experience. (And before you ask, We did not name him Saddam Hitler Linden.) Those in their teens through their forties tell us the name is cool. His name is Truman Maxwell Linden. Comments we receive from our contemporaries seem to be centered around a single concept... That of course we're going to call him "Tru". Which, in fact, we do. Upon our confirmation of this, the hep-cat crowd tells me that this is one of the coolest names ever. Or at least that's the gist of it. Initially I figured this must be because our combined baby-naming brilliance was too overwhelming to be appreciated by generations that came before mine, and while we named our child to honor someone in my wife's family tree, we selected Truman also for its versatility, and (to us) exceptional nick-name potential. But now I'm not so sure that brilliance was involved. My second thought was that the full name was so bad people were scrambling to come up with something that might improve it marginally. I had myself believing this for a few days, too. And then... After two weeks of almost no sleep (and even less for my lovely wife) I'm more inclined to think all the fresh-faced young'ns just don't want to piss us off. Probably the right move. |
