When it comes to picking baby names, Camaron and I are the worst. Well, mostly just me. Wait, I guess I should clarify myself; I'm the worst when it comes to deciding on BOY names. We had the name Sloane picked out for a girl before I was even pregnant with Fox.
I was looking at pictures of baby nurseries online one night, when we were still living in Provo, and came across a really cute one that had the baby's name framed above the crib. The name in the frame was Sloane. Of course I immediately thought of Sloane Peterson from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I've seen that movie ...well, a lot. And remember that time I was Sloane for Halloween ...twice? I had never thought of using that name for a future child though. But once I considered it, I fell in love with it. Camaron was on board right away too.
Picking Sloane's middle name was all Camaron. He told me one night, a few weeks before Sloane was born, that he had thought of another girl name that he really liked. "Maggie." I really liked it too, and I loved that Camaron picked it all on his own. I asked if it would be short for anything. "Margaret," Camaron said. Loved it.
When the baby was born and Camaron announced that it was a girl, we knew right away that she was Sloane. And we kept Margaret by using it as her middle name. And she's great.