one full, wacky month

i'm running out of things to name my photos. i have about 1,000 versions of 'cutebaby.' 'cutebaby1,' 'cutebabya,' 'cutebabytayloe,' 'iamacutebaby,' 'i am so cute.'
i'm going to have to start thinking of something else, but honestly that's all i can come up with everytime i look at his photo. "oh, what a cute baby." maybe i'll get super organized and create different folders for each month. mmmm yeah, that probably isn't going to happen.
speaking of names, i'm having a hard time with tayloe's nickname. i call him tay sometimes and i really like that especially since it's what my husband and mother in law are both called, but i so closely associate that name with his father that it's hard for me to use it on anyone else. i look him in the eye and i call him tay and then i wait for tayloe to say "what."
it's very confusing.
also, we have a friends who have a daughter named tay and that always gets in my head, too.
it's like one day deciding to call a plate a bowl. only it's not 100 percent like that because i'm not so much changing his name - i wouldn't change john tayloe for the world - as trying to find one good nickname that fits for our purposes.
it should be known that outside of close friends and family he'll be called tayloe. unless of course we come up with a really rockin nickname and it just sticks and seems like what he should be called for eternity.
do you see how twisted i am on this? i definately should have put more time into thinking about names when i was pregnant. it's just that we kept hitting these same road blocks. i figured the answer would reveal itself the day he was born or very soon after. thank god he looked so much like tayloe - we might still be mulling over a formal name.
there's also this: he for sure has a lot, a whole lot, of tayloe in him, but slowly i'm seeing bits and pieces of me. for example, he eats like a bird just like me, prefering tasty little snacks over one large belly aching meal. if he had his father's love of noshing, he'd probably be in the 90th percentile for his weight right now. instead, he's in the 25th, tipping the scales at a lean, mean 8 lbs. 10 oz. and measuring 22 inches.
so i just keep trying things out. i ran through a few with a friend yesterday: jack, john, johnny, j.t., teetwo, tater, tatertot, tate, duo, deuce. t2 works for writing purposes and i don't mind calling him that sometimes, but it's not very personal. i mean, it's a letter and a number. is that all i've got?
his uncle geoff calls him deuce, which is a perfect name for an uncle to call a nephew. but a mother to a son? it almost seems cruel.
i think tayloe is a little conflicted on this too because his favorite name for him is little guy. not tops in the 'personal' catagory.
tate. TATE. ttttaaaatttteee. tate. tate. that one's on repeat in my brain. i'm gonna try it out for a few days.