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Nicknames Revealed!

Let’s be clear: I’m not anonymous. If you’re reading this, it’s likely you already know who I am, and who my family is. You’ve seen us; you’ve talked to us; you might even have pictures of us.

And that’s fine. But I’m going to preserve some of the mystique anyway. Because there are folks I don’t know following me (hello, folks! Welcome!) and they just don’t need all the 411, if you know what I mean. So the first thing I had to do was establish some nicknames for the family.

The Regulator: My oldest son. He’s a stickler for the rules, and is absolutely willing to call people out on doing the wrong thing. I do admire his sense of justice, but sometimes it gets him in trouble– mostly because he doesn’t have his facts straight.

Toughie: The middle boy. This boy has a pretty high tolerance for pain, especially when he’s having a good time. He’ll come in from playing outside with scratches and bruises, and when I ask him what happened, he shrugs his shoulders and runs off to the next fun thing. I don’t know where he gets it from; the hubs and I are pretty much wimps compared to him!

Pint-Size Genius: The youngest boy. He is the first of my kids to read before Kindergarten, even though the older boys could have easily done it. He has a personality a mile wide, and a vocabulary to match. Why say “I’m thirsty” when “I’m parched” is so much more effective? Half this blog could end up being quotes from this kid– we’ve already lost so much to our crappy memory banks.

Buttercup: the baby girl we never expected. She’s a good four years younger than Pint-Size Genius, so we were previously convinced that the factory had shut down, as it were. The boys love watching “The Princess Bride,” and the main character is Buttercup. More often than not, we call her “Buh-huh-kwup” like the Bishop does in the wedding scene, but I don’t think I could type that repeatedly any more than you could read it repeatedly. So we stick to the standard spelling. 

So, there you have it. Along with the nicknames, the previous promise of pictures is hereby rescinded. Hope that’s not a problem. But hey– they’re my kids. They deserve to be their own people eventually, and I just feel that posting their pictures takes that from them.