The name/names thing is a bit of an issue, though. Kavi has four names. I have four names. My sisters and parents have four names. Four names seems quite normal to me, and in fact, the bare minimum for how many names you can get away with. I quite happily stuck my full confirmation name onto my name for several years, giving me six names, which was much nicer, I thought: Mary Anne Amirthi Kateri Tekakwitha Mohanraj. It was the one good thing about being Catholic. And the only good part about the idea of taking Kevin's name if we got married would be that I'd then have seven names! Seven! (Mary Anne Whyte as a short form would be a little ludicrous for me, though). The point being, four names good.
But Kevin's family is a three-name family. He has three names, as does his sister, his parents, etc. and so on. He feels three names are totally sufficient, and he does not seem to comprehend the total wrongness of his position. Kevin does not hear the very universe crying out in grieved protest. And as he keeps reminding me, it's his turn to name the baby, so if Kev wants just three names, that's the way it's going to go. To which I must bend my head and dutifully agree.
Which means it's up to you guys to explain to him how this poor little boy is going to be totally deprived, miserable, and bitterly jealous of his sister, if we give him only three paltry names. I'm relying on you. So is baby [name] [name] McLeod Whyte. Or possibly [name] McLeod [name] Whyte. Either is fine with me; I'm not picky.