Name that Baby!

The baby naming has official begun.

I sent Mr. Cob my list of 18 potential names. 

If we go with something off my list, we could end up with a little boy whose name means "enthusiasm" or perhaps "garden".  (And yes, we seriously will consider the meaning of the name we'll pick.  We finally decided on Lukas over all the other names we liked because we both loved that his name means "brings light", which is exactly what he has done.)

Mr. Cob has been in the process of compiling his list.  I've yet to see it.  I'm waiting somewhat patiently.

One possible route we've both been discussing is picking an Italian name in honor of my dad and his heritage. (My dad is 100% Italian for those who don't know - he has a strong widows peak, drove a big black car when I was in high school and some of my friends were convinced he's in the mafia.  Let's just say he looks the part.  Combine that with the fact that he was a green beret and you don't want to mess with him.  On the other hand, he's a vessel of love and wouldn't hurt a fly.  Unless said fly messed with his family.  Just sayin'.)

Anyway, where was I?  Oh, yes, an Italian name.  Have you looked at Italian boy names lately?  They aren't exactly typical (Julius, Pasquale, and Arthur all run in my family).  And while I like Leo, we've vowed to knock out any "L" names to avoid the whole "all our kids names start with the same letter" thing. 

So I did a google search for Italian-American baby boy names.  And I found this fantastic list of names.  It just so happens it was a list of Italian American mobsters, but hey, I don't see anything wrong with naming my baby after a mobster, do you?

I think Joe "The Boss" Swan has a lovely ring to it.