It Lasts a Lifetime

Your name, that is.

Ugh, the agony of naming this cute little guy.

Gunner.
Easy enough.
We knew we'd call him Gunner, but what would his full name be?
What would his birth certificate say?

If you read my earlier post, you know that John Wayne and I were in disagreement over what his middle name should be?
I wanted Hammer.
He wanted William.

I honestly wasn't loving either one.
I LOVED the idea of using Hammer, but didn't love how it sounded.

A couple of weeks before he was born, we came up with the idea of naming him Augustus Hammer Golding and calling him Gunner.  I liked that, a lot.
So we kept that name to ourselves, but I think in the back of both of our minds, Augustus Hammer was the name.

So Gunner is born and immediately, the name issue starts bugging me.

People ask what his middle name is, we tell them that we're not sure yet.

We send out our announcement texts, emails and FB posts simply as "Gunner."

Every time our room is without visitors, we look at each other and say, "Well, what's it going to be?"

We sent the birth certificate lady away on several occasions.
Finally when it came down to that being the last item to check off on our discharge sheet, we did it, we wrote down "Augustus Hammer Golding."

I then called the pediatricians office to make Gunner's first appointment.
They ask me his name and I tell them Gunner.
They ask me his middle name and I immediately panic and feel the tears welling up.
What have we done, we've set this poor child up for a lifetime of name confusion.

I get off the phone and the tears start rolling.
John Wayne tells me, yes, you probably should have told them that his name is Augustus.
That's when I knew we had to change it, his name just needed to be Gunner.

So Gunner it is.
But then there was still that issue of the middle name.
At that moment I'm pretty sure I could have won the middle name argument with whatever name I wanted.  John Wayne gave me that 100% go ahead for Hammer.  Like many arguments in my life, once I had the satisfaction of knowing that I could have it my way, it didn't matter quite as much to me.  That and I still didn't like how Gunner Hammer flowed, well really, didn't flow. So...

Welcome to the world Gunner William Golding.

We've been complimented numerous times on what a nice name he has, so that makes me feel good.  That and knowing that we hopefully helped him avoid a lifetime of name confusion.

{And yes, I've found myself calling him "GW".  We call the Little Lady "T" and well "G" is just too close to "T", so "GW" it is.  John Wayne, you win.}