Something y'all might not have known:
Daniel was really supposed to be named Cuauhtémoc. That's right, people. Cuauhtémoc.
That was the name I wanted. Unique, strong, proud, and distinctly Mexican.
My husband only half-jokingly threatened to leave me if I named our son that.
So....we named him Jesús, like his father and about 40% of the rest of Latin America (ok, maybe an exaggeration, but only a slight one.)
And Daniel, which is the same in about a dozen languages.
Aren't you all glad?
2 comments:
Help this ignorant gringo out, how does one pronounce that? It looks cool, and I am sure that it sounds cool, but I wouldn't know where to start the pronunciation of that name. :)
Which is part of the reason it got vetoed - he'd never get through school unscathed.
But for the record: Kwow-TEH-mock.
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