Rob and I had agreed straight away on a name for a baby girl - Asha May - really pretty name and somewhat relevant to the region that she would have been born in ... Only problem is we're having a boy and who would have thought coming up with the right name, that feels right, fits right, looks right would be so friggin hard.
A long list of names i loved by Rob hated - Eiden (He will be born during Ramadan after all), Arkie (it was good enough for the Body), Leo/Levi (Rob's not having his son named after an American brand of jeans and I can't blame him) we're shall we say a little stuck.
Rob LOVES and I mean LOVES Aston ... as it Martin, with his tenuous english connection to James Bond 007. And I like it because he loves it, and it's unusual and most importantly MEANS SOMETHING to Rob. As an adult, Aston sounds cool. I'm just a little worried about the 10 years between 5 and 15. Will he get called Arse or Asto or Arso at school. Considering his schooling will most likely be in Sydney, do we need to fork out for the poshest school on the block just so the kids are not going to be encouraged to give him a razz for his name ... or do we teach him the art of streetfighting at a very young age so he can stand behind the name without regret.
In a complete u-turn we do like Tomas ... but every other child it seems is being named Thomas at the moment so urk. We also don't mind Art or more specifically Art Aston Dales ... I think it has a nice ring to it. Well in a few months we'll know I suppose.
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