The time before Baby arrives is dwindling, but luckily the ideas for his name are just getting awesomer.
Such as, last night Brett was telling me about his crash while mountain biking earlier in the day, and he said, “Then I flew over the handlebars into the brambles.” And I said, “Ooooh, we should name him Bramble.” And he said, “No, we should name him Mountain Biking.”
Then this morning, he had been reading the scriptures and came to me saying he found the name for Baby. Ruggles. (D&C 75: 35)
But this morning on the way to church, he came up with the most epic idea yet. He said, “If we name our son Mohawk, he can go by Mo
That’s pretty much ingenious.
Then along the same vein, I thought, you could also go with Rambo, in which case you could shorten it to Ram,
OR leave it Rambo.
There’s gotta be a winner somewhere in this phenomenal set.