Blue Monday

The beginning of this day is gray, but I don’t think at all ‘blue’ in the sense of being a ‘blue Monday’. (Yes, I know there is a designated ‘blue Monday’, it was last week, the third Monday in January.)  Anyway, no one is unhappy and depressed in this home today.  It’s supposed to reach 52 degrees.  The snow, untouched on portions of my driveway, should melt freely.  But it is Monday and today I wanted to write about ‘blue’, Blue Ivy.

The level of interest I have for the reasoning that resulted in Blue Ivy being the perfect name for a new baby far exceeds my thoughts for why Apple was the perfect name given to another baby girl some years ago.  Each of my brand new babies was also the Apple of my Eye.  But, why Blue Ivy?

Well, blue is an absolutely lovely hue, in fact my favorite. Blue, historically the color assigned to a baby boy, thus is not a top of the mind rationale for the name selection in this case. Blue is serene, to me, denotes peace and tranquility.  Blue is royal.  But ‘Blue Ivy’, I’m puzzled.

After considerable thought, I gave my most cherished brand new Bulldog puppy, the surname “Blue”.  Notarized on his AKC registered papers, the official name of that beautiful bulldog was Pugslee Woods Blue.  Pugslee being a creation derived from his father’s name (Pugsly) and my middle name (Lee); Woods gave him another family name, my maiden name. The last name, Blue was absolutely ideal, a tribute to my four-year old grandson’s relentless begging for the puppy.  That loving little boy was also gung-ho for - not the Red, nor the Green, nor the Yellow but the BLUE Power Ranger.

Perhaps Blue Ivy’s father (or mother) also preferred the Blue Power Ranger!