Thank goodness Suri Holmes Cruise has arrived. I was worried that she would never get here because as you know, no one has ever had a baby before - well of course Bradelgina's baby is the only exception. For the past nine months, we have had nothing but media reports telling us in express detail what Katie will be wearing for maternity clothes, how they are going to raise the child in the Church of Scientology and that Tom and Katie won't get married until after the birth as soon as Katie has slimmed down enough to fit in a bazillion dollar wedding gown.
And what of the name Suri? Supposedly it means princess in Hebrew or red rose in Persian. Who knew Tom and Katie spoke Hebrew or Persian for that matter. I am impressed by their multi-lingualism. Actually, if it counts for anything, I like the name Suri. It is short and easy to spell and she will probably not get beat up in a playground because of her name.
At this time, I must mention the irony of ironies. Brooke Shields and her husband had their daughter, Grier (there must be a story behind that name) on the same day and in the same hospital as Suri Cruise was born. Truth is definitely stranger than fiction!
And let us not forget that there already there is a burgeoning male baby population that can woo young Suri in later years. Moses Martin (child of Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin) is a definite possibility. What is it with the Hebrew names? Or my personal favourite, Pilot Inspektor, who is Jason Lee's son (My Name is Earl).
If nothing else, entertainers can be entertaining when they name their children. Who can forget: Fifi Trixibelle, Fuzzy Peach (oh wait I made that one up!) Moon Unit and Dweezil Zappa. It is times like these that I would like to take the time to thank my parents for naming me Deborah May and not Apple. So thanks Mum and Dad whereever you may be.
Cheers
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