Our baby boy arrived last Friday — January 26, 2018 — at 12:28 p.m. He is a handsome little man, and our family has been blessed in so many ways — including with a smooth labor, trip to the hospital, and delivery. (More details on all that someday… maybe?! I still haven’t gotten around to writing up Marsielle’s birth story, and she’s about to turn 3.)
He weighed 7 pounds 10 ounces and measured in at 21 inches. His name is Harold Muggins — Harold after my dad, just as our oldest son, Michael Asher, is named after Beau’s dad; and Muggins for the creek, named for a storied frontiersman, that runs through the heart of the PV Ranch. (And also just because the name Muggins Blake promises success and infamy in life, doesn’t it? I mean — can’t you just imagine Muggins Blake being a famous author? A world champion bronc rider? Maybe an oil tycoon?)
I have loved naming our kids, as has Beau. Now that there are four, I giggle at the varied origins of their four handles:
First there’s Asher — an undeniably Hebrew name.
Then there’s Emilyn — a name as English as our last name, Blake.
Next comes Marsielle, pronounced mar-see-ELL, with its south-of-the-border flavor. Did you know that she’s named for a type of (rope) loop thrown (at cattle) by traditional vaqueros and buckaroos?
And, finally, Muggins: just good ol’ Americana.
We think it suits him perfectly.
(Photo by Aunt Sue!)
© Tami Blake