Earlier this week, we had our first boy, [name_m]Arthur[/name_m] [name_m]Harris[/name_m] [name_m]Wolf[/name_m] [name_m]Ivo[/name_m]. He joins sisters [name_u]Pepper[/name_u] and [name_f]Marianne[/name_f].
We loved the romantic, legend appeal of [name_m]Arthur[/name_m]. And the nickname [name_m]Art[/name_m] (if it’s cool enough for [name_u]Chris[/name_u] o’Dowd…). [name_m]Harris[/name_m] is the middle name traditionally used by the men in my husband’s family for the last several generations. We decided to keep the tradition going. [name_m]Wolf[/name_m] is a nod to my Ashkenazi heritage, and [name_m]Ivo[/name_m] is a nod to my [name_m]French[/name_m]-speaking family. My mother was excited to have a name she can easily pronounce. 
All our kids have four names, which is a mouthful for some. But I love that they carry some of their family history with them throughout life (their own name, a paternal name, a Jewish name, and a [name_m]French[/name_m] name). And as we tell them, more name choices to go by when they are older.