After nearly four weeks without a name, we've finally come to a decision. Everybody, I'd like you to meet Michael Avi.
We call him Avi. He's one of those smug "I go by my middle name" babies.
During my pregnancy, I wrote about the last name debate as The Man and I tried to decide whose last name to give the baby. In the end, we gave him mine. Yay for another little [my last name] in the world! Michael was chosen as his first name in honor of The Man's dad. And Avi is something The Man suggested; one of the few names on the list that we both liked.
And so, finally, that deed is done and The Baby has his own identity. Hopefully the name will serve him well. If not, he can always resort to Jupiter Bighead, a name his big brother promises to keep in heavy rotation.