The Pressure of a Name

My grandma went to school with a girl named Nancy Ann Ciancy (pronounced Nancyannciancy), my parents knew a guy names Phillip Muweenie, everyone called him Phil (feel my weenie), we had a librarian at my high school named Gaylin Fagg but she went by Gay (Gay Fag) and my brother has a friend who named their child Cannon, which is actually cute except that their last name is Ball (yep... Cannon Ball). Are you wondering why I'm telling you this? Well... names have just been on my mind lately. We're trying to come up with something for baby girl Rhodes and it's much harder than I ever would have anticipated. When I was in elementary school, I thought I had my kid's names all figured out. I'd have twins, a boy and a girl and their names would be Tony and Tawny. For some reason, Tawny just doesn't have the same appeal as it once did.
So... like I said, names have been on the brain. I don't want our little lady to have a name that is going to traumatize her for the rest of her life like those listed above. How come it wasn't this hard with Owen? Tyler and I pretty much decided on that name while on our honeymoon and it stuck. No such luck with this little one. Our options thus far: Elliott (my choice), Brooke (Tyler's choice), Sienna (both kinda like this one) and Nemo (Owne's choice).
Every time I tell someone over 30 that I am rooting for Elliott they automatically think of this:

 But this is who I think of when I think of Elliott:

 Isn't she cute? I think so. Plus, I think even if you do think of ET when you hear Elliott, the second you meet our little girl, you will start thinking of her instead.
Luckily I don't really care what anyone else thinks about the name. As long as Tyler and I are in agreement on what it's going to be, I'll be happy. But that's the hard part. We have seven weeks left though. Plenty of time...
Is this blog post boring you? I know, I'm lame. We just don't have a lot to blog about right now. We did head to Orlando last weekend for a couple of days. On our way up there, Owen was asking for some book in the back seat, I was handing him every one that I saw back there and finally figured out that this is what he was wanting to read:

I don't even know what that magazine is or where it came from. Junk mail we left in the car? Probably. Should it worry me that he wanted that magazine over his book about trucks that was right next to it?
We spent some time at the pool and at Sea World while we were there but Owen's favorite part... the shuttle bus to and from the park. When Tyler asked him that night what we had done all day, the bus is what he kept talking about. Look at this smile:

I mentioned that I was lame earlier right? Well, it rings true with taking pictures as well. I took maybe three pictures the whole time we were there and this was the best of the three. Remember when I used to ask him to say cheese, he would at least attempt somewhat of a smile? It's somehow morphed into this face. He does it almost every time. Closes his eyes and scrunches his face like that. I love it.

I also lost my wallet for five hours. It wasn't fun. Has that ever happened to you? Well, it sucked. Luckily, some super nice, honest guy named Victor turned it in so all was well. Doesn't it just make you so happy to know there are really honest people out there?

Tyler had to head to another location from Orlando so it was me and Owen on our own for the drive home. I had given him a pen and a Mickey Mouse coloring book to keep him entertained while we were on the road. He was being so good just in the back coloring away and then eventually fell to sleep. When we got home, this is what I saw:

No wonder he was so happy back there. At least it kept him entertained.