my first nephew was born this morning. i have no information, because it just happened he is 8 pounds 8 ounces, and 20 inches long. i’ve been getting excitable text messages from my brother at 3am. [it’s now 3:45am]
but you can tell he is already incredibly handsome, intelligent and fantastic. right?
thomas heber wannamaker VI
he, lucky boy, gets the family name, passed down to him from my brother, and dad, and grandfather. the funniest thing about it is that my dad’s name is Thomas the 4th, who we call Tom. He married my mother, whose given name is Tommie, who my grandmother called Tommie Lynn because when my grandfather was still alive, they called him Tom and my dad Tommy. When my brother was born, they ran out of things Tom-related to call him, so he was called Tommy-Tucker (a kids book or cartoon character or something of tha time), which was shortened to Tucker.
Are you keeping this straight?
So now, we have:
Tom – my dad
Tommie – my mom
Tucker – my brother
Thomas – my nephew
although, julie and tucker think this name might be a little formal for him, and were auditioning nicknames prior to his birth. nothing really sounded good (thor? toben? i think not).
anyway, he’s the sixth thomas, but the first boy, and we are all so happy.