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Months before Griffin was born, we decided on his first name, but couldn't agree which of our last names should be his last name. Rather than flipping a coin, we devised a way for Tenzin (our dog) to choose for us. Before Griffin was born, we got two balls, wrote Noonan on one of them and Carnell on the other one, tied them together and threw them. Whichever one Tenzin brought back holding in her mouth would be Griffin's last name. It also decided the middle name. The two choices were:
Why "Lafe?" This is Uncle Lafe (Holly's cousin) with his son Devin. In addition to having a fun and unique first name, Lafe is pretty cool. The first thing that should ever be said when describing Lafe is that he skis. When he skis, he disappears into the landscape. He calls the snowless months "the cruel season". He also keeps up many other punishing habits like karate, kayaking and mountain biking because he likes pain and danger :o) Actually the REAL first thing, even before skiing, is Devin. Lafe is an utterly, achingly and soaringly devoted Dad (with a capital D.) He's also a humble, generous, talented and exceedingly likable human being. Bestowing our beloved little boy with Lafe as a middle name is like making a wish. If he turns out to be anything like Lafe, we'll be psyched. |
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