A Sunday Gripe (on Tuesday)

This may sound kind of strange, but a "gold medal" should be given to that wonderful Hawaiian/Australian actress Nicole Kidman for accomplishing a courageous feat. As most of you fans know, Kidman has two adopted children from her former marriage to Tom Cruise, but never carried a biological child to full term (she suffered a miscarriage during the latter part of her marriage to Cruise).

On Monday, her dream of having a baby came true with her new husband, country singer Keith Urban. Kidman should be on cloud one-hundred-and-nine with her new baby girl.

Oh, in case you haven't heard by now, the baby's name is Sunday Rose Kidman Urban. Hmmm...Sunday. Never heard of a name like that before, but let's examine for a moment how a lovely word could be a name for a baby girl.

Well, Sunday is the first day of the week, and so naturally a baby being born is worthy of that name. Rose...all girls are sweet as roses, right? I think Sunday Rose is very, very befitting of a baby girl.

As for Kidman herself...well, she's a singer, right? (occasional, that is). I can just betcha that Keith Urban will call up his country music colleague, Carrie Underwood, or even Garth Brooks, for that matter, and ask them to write a great lullaby for Sunday that Kidman can sing. I won't be surprised if Stevie Wonder came up with something for Sunday for his next album.

OK, enough play-on-words for today. My personal congratulations to Kidman and Urban on their new addition to the family. Happy Tuesday to you all!