We’ve finally settled on a name for our baby boy:
JETHRO ARCHER FUNK
Well, we can’t get away from our J names for boys! Just the way of it. Jethro emerged as a possibility, and we had a serendipitous moment when we discovered that the name means ‘abundance,’ a concept that has resonated a lot for us lately. And who knows, he might develop great organisational skills and live up to one of his namesakes!
And we had to get another ‘-er’ name in there somewhere! (Nah, just kidding, that was a fluke…) Beyond the obvious (meaning ‘bowman’), Archer means ‘geniune, bold, brave,’ concepts that seem to fit with Jethro’s direct stare and calm nature (as much as we can tell at one week old!). We certainly hope they’re values he can grow into. Ironically, Dad has been calling him Archibald while we were taking our time coming up with a name, which is, of course, a variation of the same root word.
We’ve lost the musical theme of Piper & Jas’s (Jazz’s) names, unless you count an oblique reference to the British blues rock band Jethro Tull. Instead we’ve picked up a pastoral theme: Jethro Tull, who the band was named after, was an 18th century English inventor and agriculturist, and the seven Archer brothers were well-known pastoralists and explorers in 19th century Queensland. One of the brothers was called Archibald, if you can believe that! Archibald Archer…
The combination of names lends itself to a number of different nicknames: Jet, Archie or, running with initials, Jaffa, and no doubt many more. This feels good, given we live in the land of abbreviated appellations!
So there you have it, probably our last attempt at naming a child, unless someone else wants us to do the honours for their child! Hope our kids can appreciate our choices once they’re old enough to have an opinion…
So now we are:
Gordon Funk
Rebecca Kate Funk
Piper Phoenix Funk
Jasper Sage Funk
Jethro Archer Funk
Now that we have the you-beaut woodstove, we've had to pile up some logs to go in it! Check out my axe-action!
Gord says my posture is crap, but hey...
...look at that! Three-way-split, thankyou very much, so who gives a fig about posture! (Must admit, it was amazing splitting wood...)
Our efforts. Okay, make that mostly Gord's efforts! He and our neighbour, Brett, cut and hauled five ute-loads of logs from the state forest nearby - took them around eight hours all up. Now we're set for maybe six weeks, which somehow doesn't seem like much time... =)
