Pugmire Family

What’s in a name: I think it was either our first or second date when Daniel told me that his first born child would be a girl named Eole. I didn’t argue because a year later, I met the namesake, Eole F. a wonderful woman who lives in Siena, Italy. . Boy names are another story. There is a criterion for boy names that makes it very difficult for us to agree on, well, anything. For three generations, the first-born Pugmire male has been given a first name starting with “D,” and the middle name McKay (which goes back around nine generations). It so happens that there are practically no “D” names we both like enough to name a son. And so, for the past seven years we have casually tried to come up with a suitable name for a first born son. Enter December 21st: the day before we were to find out that we were having a boy. We both assumed we’d have another girl, but then the evening before the ultrasound, I started to panic. What if this was a boy? We’ve got to find a name TONIGHT!! Enter the internet: thank you technology! We like our names to have some family or personal or literature tie, but desperate times call for desperate measures. As I scanned Boy “D” names, one jumped out at me: DAVIN. It sounds so nice, doesn’t it? And I’ve never met anyone with this name (part of my personal criteria). But what does it mean? I can’t just attach a random “D” name to our boy. On further searching, I find that Davin is a derivative of David. That could be fitting seeing as Daniel’s dad’s name is David. Then I see that there is also DAVYN, which is the Welsh form of David. Daniel’s grandmother is Welsh. PERFECT!

And so, here is our Davyn McKay Pugmire, photographed against the McKay Tartan Plaid.