Showing posts with label nicknames. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nicknames. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Meet Salvador Sanchez:

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Don’t ask me where the name came from, or what possessed Merrill to give the girls such wacky (but silly) nicknames, but this particular one belongs to Peyton.

(The chocolate milk mustache does lend to the name, wouldn’t you agree?)

He has given Lynn the new nickname of “Juntao”.

(Again, don’t know quite why…)

And Ashley has earned “Haru”.

(And she loves it.)

Just kind of silly that guy is.

A Christmas miracle took place Sunday with our little “Salvador Sanchez”.

She went to nursery on her own.

Someone else opened the door, and she went in, on her own.

(!!!!!!)

I peeked around the corner after her, and there she was, hugging her nursery teacher.

(!!!!!!!!!!!)

(Note: there were NO tears.)

There was a wave and a signed “I love you” goodbye, and I was off, and she stayed there being  happy.

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

See, early, but a Christmas miracle nonetheless.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Nicknames..

We have many around this house..  take your pick.

Today I was making t-shirts for the girls’ Valentines gifts, putting their nicknames on the front.  There was no problem with Lynn’s (honey bear) or Peyton’s (sweet pea) but Ashley…

When Ashley was small, we called her huggy bear or Ashley McSlpashly (she is an extra wet bath-taker, has been since birth).  Then she grew up, became vocal and hormonal and the sweet nicknames kind of faded away.

All I could think of was “cry-ee pants”.

Not so nice.

As I talked to Merrill about an acceptable alternative, we didn’t get anything really positive, positive enough to put on a t-shirt…

Here’s just a smattering of the names that were thrown out:

- water works

- hormones

- full collapse (as in, when something doesn’t go her way, she fully collapses to the floor.)

- drama

- wah-wah

- unstable

- bipolar

- box of chocolates (you never know what you are gonna get.)

I ended-up putting “Ashley McSplashly” on her shirt.  Ihope she likes it and doesn’t pull a “full collapse” on me.

Being five and being Ashley is soooo hard.

(Despite most of the language used in this post, we really do love our Ashley girl.  I also call her other endearing names, such as: stinky, backwards britches, miss moo, miss maisy moosie, smelly, darlin’, love, sweetheart, and crazy.)