Marcsi's diary: Kispapa 8. - No baby

Slowly three months ago we know for sure that our son will be born. The little boy gives more and more vivid signs through his mummy's tummy, his neighbors play more and more with him, and we always call him: None.

Naming - like so many others when it comes to baby - is one of the very catchy requests. I think it's not just superstition that the name also determines a little bit about a person's life, personality, life. You must be an important part of the person. The name can be a blessing and of course you can, especially if your parents are either joking or are just annoyed and pass on to their children the name Béla Vegh or Weak Vitz. We would rather have a less eloquent but much more reliable name for our son to be born.
As I said before, this pregnancy was the beginning of the idea that a baby boy would come to us, and from the beginning we were thinking of nicknames. But we didn't get much, even though we're in the eighth month. However, this request was taken up by me, not by chance.
For girls, my wife reserved the right to give her the name, because she just knows better what suits a girl. Not to say, Bborka and Borsika are both full-bodied drinks, so it was really a matter of compromise when it comes to two newbies. But now it's coming, my time has come. And this is my affirmation of my dumb wife's first suggestion, which sounded like Batki Ompoly.
- Ompoly-ompoly, fool! - I shot at him, and in front of my spiritual eyes, there was a poor curse of a poor boy in the neck of a village fool. Simply, this name didn't come up. He would have broke the tradition, which is just to want an alliterative name that starts with B.
Of course, this is not the only selection criterion that floated in front of my eyes when I was looking for the boy's name. I want one word to sound in Hungarian. That's where Marcis's second suggestion, Boris, failed. (But he thinks the Boris are all very tough kitty kisses and just like that one. You sign in the bracket that if you really want that, I don't know why you chose me ...) . At this point, most of the B's (Bence, Balzzs, Boldizsár) have fallen out, and I started to feel like they have less than a limb. On the other hand, I proved my compromise by throwing the name Mbyty, which is not alliterate with Batky, but at least Hungarian and not the most fashionable. But after my mother heard the name say, "Like RŠ±kosi ?!", it was dropped.
Why do I use less common names? Not that they are explicitly nvnobnobed or think that fashion names can't live well with each other. I also wear a fashion name, usually in my school class three of us were Zsolt. As my mother said, I got my name after a similarly named nipper boy who at that time Who knows what? race she stole herself into the heart of a pregnant baby. My mother must have thought, like Marcis of Borisr, that this is the only kind of happy son to be born. But I'm just looking for a name that doesn't have any familiar face, person, or phenomenon. I want the name I give my child to fill in with meaning, life, personality. It really worked well for the two girls, so I don't want to give up now. But it's been eight months now and there's no solution.
The name Bnborka was simply found in the calendar by Marcsi. We remember the appearance of the Borsika name in two ways, and I think I borrowed it from a large calendar, according to Marcsi. However, after searching for my son's name in our calendars, my parents' books or my own midget, it didn't work out. Come back online help! Half a day ago I was battling through my different lists, Batki Bende. Short, masculine, it does not sound alien, it has never come across me in the name of a player, nor is it alliteration.
And since then, our relationship with the baby has become much more intimate: we can give birth to her name when we're working on it, or when we see her hugging inside, or when my wife needs to justify why she's running. figured out something else for a working mom ...