Give me an identity !

…Shouted my baby as he continued to fill his nappy with old excess nutrition.

Ok, maybe he didn’t shout that or think that, but the point is that we should give our son a name. A bunch of characters put together, so when pronounced, this living being would react to it. Wow am getting all philosophic here – maybe its due to lack of sleep, a few more days without sleep and I’ll be able to tell you the purpose of life.

So a few days after the birth, while the family was over, I told everyone to provide some input on what we should name the new world ruler (for the new readers, that would be my son).

Everyone came with input, and my dad suggested (in his usual fashion of trying to keep everyone happy) that we should write down all the names on a separate pieces of paper, mix them together and pick one, like my son is a lottery prize waiting to be claimed.

So after loads of thinking we (me and Mama) have decided to name him: (drum roll) Thomas Olsen.

Stay tuned as I write down my thoughts on sleep starvation soon…

PS My wife apologized for her inactivity on her diary due to our newborn son and has promised to start updating it soon.