According to me anyway. I went for a walk this morning in an effort to help my ever agonizing back pain (FYI, it didn't work. I feel worse, in fact, I'm now immobile on the sofa at the mercy of my two and a half year old) and about halfway around my 1.5 mile loop I had an epiphany. I suddenly knew exactly what this baby's name should be.
Strangely, the first name is one I'd thought of earlier, but quickly vetoed for a few different reasons and the middle name isn't John like we'd always planned. The name does, however, conform to all of John's naming rules and fits quite nicely with Alex. Also, working under the assumption that Baby 2.0 will look just like his big brother, the name would suit him.
I came home from my walk and announced to John that I had decided on the baby's name. He wasn't so sure. He didn't hate the name, but he wasn't in love with it either. I spent the next couple of hours trying to convince John that this was it. This was the name. By the time I dropped him off at work, he'd quit trying to come up with reasons we shouldn't use the name. I wasn't sure whether or not he'd come around or he was just sick of hearing about it (I suspect the latter).
John wanted to wait until Alex was born before we decided on a name. He could have been Ethan John until about 10 minutes after he was born and we finally, officially, decided on Alex Richard. Ethan John is still in the running for Baby 2.0. John's also considering the names Colin, Lucas and Evan. But, as far as I'm concerned, this baby will be Max James Dillier.
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