Coming up with a name for our son was never really difficult for me. I decided that I loved the name Carrington even before his conception, but I knew it would take some convincing of my husband who goes by the alias Truckturner (he dubbed that himself). Omg, don’t ask! Speaking of nicknames, it’s pretty common for members of our family to inherit nicknames that stick with them throughout their lives. Nicknames can be inspired by anything. Hearing the names Aunt Cookie (she loves them), Uncle Chubbo, and Cousin Boonk, certainly have warranted strange looks from outsiders throughout the years.
So…Carrington. My husband might not take to that one too well. Why? Well, because it is my family’s surname, my former name. Where we come from, you just don’t give your kid your maiden name as their first. Sure nicknames are ok, but dropping family names on a kid… yeah, no bueno. I liked the idea that this baby represented connections to our family ties, commonality shared by both of us. This was our first baby and our families were pretty excited for us.
So, one night we were up late playing a mean game of monopoly with our family and things were getting pretty ugly. You don’t play a clean game with this crew. They make up these illegal rules, and then are crying “Mercy” when they start to bury themselves. My husband tried desperately to talk his sweet wife into cutting him a break whenever he landed on Broadway, property that she owns. I negotiated, “Well, how about a pass when I come through on Park Place…” Before I could finish my negotiations he screamed out, “Deal!” I abruptly cut him off…”And!!!!!! I get to choose our son’s first name.” “Yea, yea, ok. Deal!” I don’t know if he fully understood the terms of the conditions he had settled upon. With a low evil chuckle, I exclaimed “Deal!” This rookie showcased some skilled moves here. I patted my growing bump and whispered, “Carrington mommy is about to show them what winning looks like son.”
After my winning feat!