The ultrasound this morning produced enough sure evidence that I can say with nearly 100% confidence that we are having a baby boy. In fact, this baby boy was so well-endowed that I can say, without even needing to go on the Maury Povich show, that it is definitely mine. “Kevin, you are the father!” My great viking heritage still hangs strong! Thank you Odin!
So what does this mean? It means that the Burdick family name will continue for at least one more generation. I am the last in my direct line and only one of a couple male Burdick cousin’s left in my family tree of child-making age (though I guess anything is possible).
It also means that “Greyson Russell Burdick” will be the oldest son, of an oldest son, of an oldest son, of an oldest son. He inherits a proud legacy, and a unique name that he can wear as a badge of honor. Not only the Burdick name, but the name of his grandfather and of his great-grandfather, “Russell.”
To Greyson: When that first kid on the playground makes fun of your name by pronouncing it “Burds-Dick” and think he’s being clever (even though that’s old, played-out and not in the least bit creative*), simply look him in the eye and say, “You know it! It’s an ostrich!” Embrace your name. Own it. Run with it. Your legacy is deep and wonderful and your family is steeped in love and tradition. You will be smart, funny, creative, musical, and fearless. You will also have an upper-back the size of a washing machine and a head that is hard to find hats for. Don’t worry about it – it’s just part of your sexy Burdick charm. Welcome to the family!
*Much more creative Burdick nicknames may include the following: “Cockle-Wiener,” “Frosty-Salami,” and my personal favorite, “Cold-Richard.”