Triumph bursts into modern life like a Roman chariot on roller skates. It springs from the ancient Latin triumphus, the same chant that once rang through marble avenues as victorious generals donned laurel wreaths. This name paints a scene of cheering crowds, golden trophies, and a baby general commanding his pacifier army with gusto. Though rare—just eight little conquerors carried it in 2024, landing at 916th in the U.S.—its scarcity only sharpens its shine. In three crisp syllables—TRI-uhmf (/ˈtraɪʌmf/)—it rings out like a victory fanfare for a baby boy set to conquer every milestone. Warm, bold, and playful as a trumpet blast, Triumph promises a life crowned with achievement.