Octubre

Green Valley, AZ. One week to departure.

On our morning walk today, I once again suggested to Jenna that we someday name our firstborn son "Octubre." While many of you may be nodding your head with approval, or even thinking to yourself, "why didn't I think of that?" this suggestion is actually problematic for a number of reasons.  First, there's my assumption that our firstborn will, of course, be male.  Second, as Jenna pointed out, there's the fact that "Octubre" sounds a lot like a James Bond super-villain, or perhaps a small, pudgy Bavarian lad from a bygone era. 

"Dave, do you really want to subject him to a childhood nickname like Octopus Boy?" Jenna asked. 

"It'll be worth it," I assured her. "He'll thank us later in life, when he's the head of a covert criminal enterprise, or a famed marine biologist."

As you can see, I've been boning up on some Spanish basics these final weeks in the States in preparation for our great Nicaraguan adventure. Just simple things, like the days of the week, the colors of the rainbow, and, of course, the months of the year. This morning on our walk Jenna taught me the word for "fork." This gave rise to another option for children's names: "El Tenedor."

"El Tenedor?" Jenna asked. 

"Yes, El Tenedor. It's a great name. Sounds like a bullfighter. Or maybe El Tenedor could just be his nickname, or middle name. You know, Octubre "El Tenedor" Staples. That's nice."

We're still thinking it over.