Miss Minty Fresh

Hi baby boy,

Before I begin, I wanted to ask you to stop poking your foot into my ribcage; you’ve been at it for the last couple days.  Thanks little dude.

Your dad and I named you a few weeks ago, but I didn’t want to post anything about it until we were really, really sure.  

Kai Apollo.  

Every time I say it to myself I want to smile really widely.  It goes so well with your dad’s last name; almost sing-songy, really.  

Kai was my contribution. It brings to mind a dreadheaded mandolin player who prefers to not wear shoes and likes to hug people.  Maybe it’s just to my mind, but regardless, I like the image it conjures.  This guy’s name is John, but to me, he’s a Kai. 

Apollo was your dad’s idea; representing music and reason in one made-up-but-iconic entity was right up our alley.  Did you know that Apollo is also god of the plague?  Fun!  Additionally, we learned via one of our nerdy podcasts that two of the inscriptions on Apollo’s temple at Delphi read:

“Know thyself” and “Nothing in excess”.

Rather appropriate for our family.  You’ll see when you get here.

Love, 

Mama