So here is the story.
I hate running. And yet, a friend convince me to enter a race here in DC. So in the early spring of 2009, while I spent a horrible amount of time training for the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler. One weekend, in an effort to motivate me, Mark decided we would conquer Hains Point. "We" being an operative word. You see Mark also hates running, but he didn't foolishly sign up for a dreaded race. So as "we" conquered Hains Point, Mark rode his bike along side of me and a gruesomely slow pace. He got bored, even biked up and back a few times while I chugged along. And then Mark got creative.
"Let's talk about baby names." seriously, this man is a genius!
"Okay," I replied trying to hide my enthusiasm and that I was woefully out of shape.
Somewhere in the conversation, we both agreed that we like the history and heritage that comes with using a family name. So we started throwing out a few, Boorse, Youells, Cotrob, Haesche (pronounced Hey-SHE). Hmmm, we didn't have many winners.
There were also the more common last names that wouldn't make very good first names. And then, we stumbled upon Mark's great-grandmother on his mom's mom's side. Grandma B. Grandma Boorse. Well, we had already ruled out Boorse, but Grandma B's maiden name was Behr and that had a nice ring to it.
We tossed the name a few times. Paired it with a few middle name contenders. And we liked it.
So we decided, in the early Spring of 2009, that our first son would be name Behr. In fact, we felt so accomplished in naming our not-yet conceived child that we ended my run early, turned around and headed back to the car. Double win for me!
And that is the story of how we named Behr.
Other fun facts:
I ran the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler again in 2010, pregnant with Behr.
Behr's middle name is Robert in honor of my Grandfather's brother, who my uncle is also named after.
I am also going to be linking up to small style tomorrow.
Behr is wearing:
one-piece romper from Baby Gap
socks from See Kai Run
shoes from Robeez via the tot swap