My Second Day
Tuesday, 26 August 1997

Mum and Dad figured they had plenty of time to give me a name -- they didn't think I'd come so soon.

Mum and Dad knew I was a boy so that eliminated a lot of potential names. When I was in Mummy's tummy, Dad kept calling me 'Felix'. I guess it was better than calling me baby, it or him.

They got plenty of suggestions particularly from my cousin Kirsten in America. My cousin Dane thought I should be called 'Pager Major'. He's such a silly boy!

Mum liked Joseph and that was the name of her grandfather. Dad wasn't sure. But then the pastor, David Smith, said he thought Joe Major would be a great name for a Major League baseball player. That's all Dad needed to hear.

So Joseph I am.

And that pretty much wraps up my second day. On my third day I had a bit of a problem: JAUNDICE!