I have become a big fan of a guy named Danny Evans, who writes Dad Gone Mad, a really funny blog (warning to friends who prefer their blogs squeaky clean- this one isn't). He is incredibly honest in his writing, and I believe, to protect the innocent, has given nicknames to his immediate family members. Danny, I hope you'll forgive me for blatantly stealing this technique, as I will, from here on out, refer to my husband as The Man of My Dreams, or MOMD. I have two daughters with distinct, energetic personalities, and to protect them as well, they will be assigned nicknames. I just haven't thought of the perfect names yet. How to capture beautiful, exhausting, engaging, energetic, expasperating, smart, dictatorial, irrational, into a quick little name? Not sure, and still working on it.
I also have a brother, 18 months younger than me, a Sergeant in the Army, who left for a year in Iraq just last week. He will be referred to as Sergeant Baby Brother. I have a mother, and well, let's just call her Mom, shall we? Mom lives in New Hampshire and is married to my step-dad. I can never keep track of what continent they're currently visiting, or which step-sibling is visiting them. They are quite a jet-setting pair of 60-somethings.
Right now the daughter I'm considering calling The Tiniest Dictator is sitting next to me, ready for a little heart to heart conversation. "Mommy why do you put your makeup in here? Mommy what's in here? (opening wallet). Why are your coins in here? Mommy, I have an owie on my foot (pointing to invisible tiny spot on tiniest toe...)
The other one, age 5, likes to compose songs and sing out loud. I leave you with today's lyrics:
I love her so much
She's bigger than a squirrel
Don't be a rattlesnake!
Don't be a rattlesnake!
Stay tuned.
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