We never had any doubts in the name department. Archer was Archer. Or Colette, had he been a girl. Names were easy. We didn’t struggle at all with finding one we both liked because there was ONE name we both liked: Archer.
Everyone I know seems to be pregnant right now. And by everyone I mean everyone which is great fun for me, because I’m obsessed with the whole process of baby names. If I could I would be a professional baby-namer. I stare into the swollen bellies of friends and “How about Lexington! Or Cyprus!” And if it’s a girl? She should be Avalon!”
Baby-naming is a funny thing, a blind process that may or may not determine the fate of one’s future offspring. Future parents must think about these things. Daisy is adorable for a six-year-old but what if she grows up to become a power-trader or a physician? Dr. Daisy may not be as taken seriously as Dr. Elizabeth. Or maybe I’m just projecting.
I was born Rebecca but went through an evolution of short-names and nicknames before I grew into it: Reba. Becca. Bec. Bex. Bexclamation. (Never was a Becky. Becky wasn’t my bag.)
I digress… Archer was agreeable because of its strength and adaptability. Archer could easily go the rock-star route a la Archer Prewitt or the the Physicist route a la my father and brother. He could also comfortably become a beat poet, a lawyer, a computer programmer or if he so desired, a shoe salesman at Barneys.
And even though Archer is a total “Archer,” these days he looks more like a Felix to me. A name I would have never thought to suggest while pregnant but now that I know him quite well…
(Tell me this child doesn’t look like a Felix to you…)
“I kind of think Archer looks like a Felix,” I said to Hal.
“He does, actually. You’re right.”
“Maybe we should start calling him that.”
“Felix!” I said, calling after Archer.
He didn’t respond.
But the third time….
Archer turned and smiled. A fake-ish smile, but a smile nonetheless.
Unfortunately it only happened once. My plan to re-name Archer Felix was a failed one. But it’s just as well. Come next month, Archer will probably have grown out of his “Felix” stage and be more of a “Julius.”
(Archer still looking Felix-y)
Time will tell. And in the meantime, if anyone is in the market for a baby-namer, or baby name changer, You have my number. Er, my url.