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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 Along with the nicknames, the previous promise of pictures is hereby rescinded.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. 

Summertime…

…and the living is busy! (Sorry, Mr. Gershwin.) But there will be no electronic hypnosis this summer!

I sent Pint-Size Genius* to Pre-K for the last time. He had a great time, since it was the year-end party. When I came to pick him, he started to cry when he hugged his teacher, and collected himself quickly…but he cried for a solid half-hour when he got home. He’s going to miss his friends! Totally broke my heart. He didn’t even eat lunch… which is actually just as well, because he wouldn’t have wanted the tuna lettuce wraps I made. (They went over really well with The Regulator* and Toughie,* which surprised me!)

I decided to offer him a distraction by taking him and his brothers to the pool. It was Buttercup’s* first time in the bathing suit. Of course she looked great, but I gotta say: she really enjoyed being in the water! Splashing and giggling, she totally tuckered herself out. In fact, the boys are all tuckered out too.

We have all three boys in one room, and as such we used to put them all to bed at once, but since they’re getting older, they want to be treated differently. So now we have staggered bedtimes— each one a half-hour later than the younger. Honestly it’s easier on me, too: I only have to worry about one set of teeth getting brushed, one set of prayers, one tucking in at a time. 

Buttercup gets to go last, but that’s really because she naps twice a day. Sometimes, like tonight, she’s tired and cranky and singing to me the song of her people….but it doesn’t bother me. It bothered me when my oldest was a baby; but I finally learned that they can’t much help it, can they? So why complain? 

* I finally decided on nicknames for the kids; I’ll explain them in the next post.