One of the most momentous recent decisions we had to make - what to call our child. After all, he (or just as possible at decision time, she) would have to live with it for the rest of his/her life. His nickname in the womb was Horace (thanks dad) and we quickly ruled out Chuck as a possibility - no, personalised shoes were not a strong enough selling point. I quite liked Cameron until I discovered it meant "crooked nose". Weird spellings were out, no random Ys thanks. Although the spelling Calum's ended up with (on which I was insistent, as the Leodhsach way to spell the name) is not apparently standard. I guess he'll forever be "Calum with one L". Point of difference, I guess.
It's lucky we didn't go with Mungo - which I thought would be OK, to be named after the patron saint of Glasgow, my old home town. David Heywood hates it!
What goes wrong with people's brains when they have a baby? I knew a
perfectly normal couple who announced that they were planning to call
their son Mungo. Even prison isn't sufficient punishment for people like that.
Read the rest of his post about babies and the names their parents give them here: