Ryan Reynolds recently gave an interview in which he defended his daughter's name. (For those of you who are not regular readers of Suri's Burn Book, his daughter's name is James.) I will admit, I thought it was a bit odd, but among celebrity babies it seemed like no big deal (See: Maxwell and Max - both girls) and even dreadfully normal (Apple, Blue, Moxie - and that's before you get to the Kardashian's Saint, North, and Reign).
When I was pregnant, we took the advice of a friend who said not to share the baby's name until it's born. Friends and family will weigh in and mock, cajole, argue, and bribe in an attempt to sway the parents one way or the other. We gave our children strong old fashioned names that will sound amazing when they are on the U.S. Supreme Court. Our families promptly gave them redneck nicknames and thus Hank and Tex were born.
I'm not sure why people feel they get a say in the names of other people's babies (Disclaimer: unless you are a member of the British monarchy. The Queen gets final say on all royal baby names.) but I admit that I surf the mommy message boards and have secretly mocked baby names. I mean, I'm a huge Star Wars fan, but I'm not letting my husband name our kid Anakin. (Seriously, what kind of foreshadowing is that?) I saw another kid named Jedi - at least they are setting him (I assume it was a boy) up for a life on the light side of the Force.
For the record, Ryan Reynolds said that he named his first child after his deceased father. Yes, I felt like a jerk after I heard that. So name your kid whatever you want - within reason (looking at you, Jason Lee.)