We get asked quite a bit about the name Fox.
Like really, hippie parents? You named your son after a woodland critter. Good luck with that future career path, Kiddo.
Oh yeah, I know your judge-y thought process, old lady in the grocery store line.
I get it. I mean, we’ve all made a quick joke at Apple and North’s expense, but since I’ve joined the “Out-There, Celebrity Baby Name Club,” I’ve cooled my jets on criticizing anyone on his or her particular moniker choices. Because names are… personal.
There really isn’t a good story behind Fox except that it was a name I had heard once upon a time and fell in love with. Add to that the fact my husband watched a shit-ton of “The X-Files” while I was pregnant, and voilà – I was sold, and Tony was on board because he was under David Duchovny’s alluring spell. We had ourselves a baby Fox.
I think that throws people, because with a unique name, you’d think there’d be a story, right? Especially since it’s just barely teetering on being a name. There’s no tale to be told, though. We didn’t travel the world studying the communal habits of a skulk of foxes for our senior thesis. I never geeked out on fox items or clothing or had any particular feeling either way for the animal. Neither of us have a great-grandpa Fox. There’s just no story.
I meet people who either love it or hate it. Regardless of which side of the fence you’re on, I guarantee you’ll repeat it back when my son mentions his name while looking at me to make sure you’ve heard it right. Yes, you did. F-O-X, yep. Nice job on your spelling.
Tony and I have a running joke that one day we’ll get a dog and name it Steve. Because we have a terrible sense of humor like that.
We also question what we do when the next kid shows up. How do you name your second child a super conventional name like Katherine when the firstborn is on hour three of repeating his name to the elderly neighbor down the street who is still quizzically looking at him like he hasn’t heard it right. Just give my kid the Halloween candy, so we can be on our way, ok?
We play this game where… nope, wait. I play this game where I shout out random baby names I like, only for Tony to veto. How we agreed on Fox (of all names!) is beyond me, but the poor next kid will likely be nameless until I can get his father drunk enough one night to sign on the dotted line. And if I can get Tony drunk, the probability will be high that I would be too, which means the future kid could end up with some really odd specimen of a name. Sorry, future Baby Groot.
Are there any stories behind your children’s names? Bonus points if it involved coercing an intoxicated husband into agreement.