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Caution is often a worthy pursuit. Yesterday, the local rag tallied up the names registered in all of their birth notices for 2008, with few surprises on the popularity lists. Yes, there will be many more calls of “Jack”, “Charlie”, “William” and “Oliver”, and wails of “Ella”, “Sophie”. “Mia” or “Charlotte”. And no, poor old Henry and Ezra failed to make the top twenty yet again!

But let’s be honest, that’s not what we’re interested in. The real action can be found lower down, in the nonconformist department.

How could you go past the fonetik [sic] charms of Jaxon, Deklan, Febie and Koen?

A favourite of mine was sweet little Shakyla (beloved sister of dear little Jakayla).

Other standouts include Avah, Maja, Jagger, and who could forget Bayliss-Jay?

If we are blessed with another boy, I must keep in mind Ajay, Jakem, Brumby, Bensig, Cayd, Fearghas, Taz and Bruck (yes, Bruck!)

Obviously if we break the run of boys, we shall have to steer towards Akashia, Brinkly, Aradia, Oscara, Jazlyn, Mimosa, Sosanne or the angelic Lional (Lional!).

The best part of all of this is that we can rest assured that schoolyard bullying will remain alive and well into the future. For that, we should all be thankful!
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Debbie Courson Smith said…
I thought you had to be a celebrity to "creatively" name your child.
7 January 2009 at 14:33
smudgeon said…
"Bruck" as in...Brücke? Or is it a "Broad-Acre" version of Brooke? Half the fun is trying to wade through the spelling in order to figure out just what they're getting at.

Boise Diva: it seems to be a national pastime. My own cousin just named his firstborn "Nowah".
7 January 2009 at 16:02
USelaine said…
One branch of my ancestry features men named Sherrod and Absalom, so I'm not in a position to point fingers. Another branch reveals Tryphena, a great great grand aunt who died of "teething" as a youngster.

So glad to hear you're looking at names! This is a good sign.
7 January 2009 at 17:10
Sue said…
Don't you wish you had a dollar for every time these poor kids have to spell their names for people....???
7 January 2009 at 17:49
Julie said…
They found the horses at the old mimosa clump ... or words to that effect ...
7 January 2009 at 18:48
Anonymous said…
more kids then?
7 January 2009 at 21:33
Susannah said…
One of my favourites from last year was "Decoda". I am not sure whether the parents of this little girl were really hoping for an original spelling of the US state that is either north or south, or perhaps they are anticipating a career in cryptography.
8 January 2009 at 12:26
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, I was interviewed on the local radio news the other day, and “Ezra” is kind of creative. Does that make me famous?

Me, old Bruck is going to have fun when the rhyming nicknames emerge.

Nowah is a pearler.

Elaine, dying of ‘teething’? Hmmm... Try to shake it out of her, did they?
9 January 2009 at 15:39
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, we’d all be rich.

Julie, I had to Google mimosa when I saw it. I now feel smarter. It is apparently a cocktail as well.

Tania, Christ I hope not!

Susannah, maybe it was an homage to Alan Turing?
9 January 2009 at 15:41
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