Elliott and I were in the playroom reading Highlights magazine together (Elliott is almost three, so I was doing the reading) and we came upon a story about a boy in Africa. “What a great opportunity to talk!” I thought. We read the story about the boy and his mosquito eating lizards and then I took his little finger and I placed it on the picture of Africa. I told him that he was touching the place where his little brother lives. He looked at me in amazement. I asked him to say Africa, he did. And then we talked about how mommy and daddy would fly to Africa to get little brother in several months. Elliott was quite enthusiastic about discussing his brother, what he would look like etc. Then he asked me something in his almost three year old speak that I couldn’t quite understand. “What did you say Elliott?” I asked. “What his name?” he repeated. “Well, Elliott we don’t know yet, we can’t decide what his American name will be.” I replied. “Oh..” came back his disappointed statement…. “How about Esau?” Really Elliott, you’re getting all Old Testament on me here! I had a little laugh, but decided to get serious on this name thing. Elliott has already asked me twice about his name since our conversation and suggested Esau twice as well. If we don’t get on this name thing his name is going to end up being Esau.
Our plan is to keep his African name as his middle name and choose an American first name for him. I’m praying about his name, that it will be strong and special. However, everything we think of just isn’t quite right. So give us your suggestions friends and readers… what should we name our sweet little boy?