Terms of Endearment

When the kids were born we were very particular about their names. We did not want a name that people could chop up, add on to, or adjust. We wanted a strong name for our little guy, a name that would suit a child but fit an adult. For our daughter we wanted something feminine but not overly cute, a name that would still sound beautiful on an 80 year old woman. So we got Rex & Lucy. Add those to an already sturdy Nate and we were set.

But Turbo and I have a problem. As much as we hate when others call our kids goofy stuff, we cannot help but do it ourselves. To the point where it is almost out of control.

I noticed how ridiculous it was a few days ago while making breakfast. Todd peered over my shoulder at some sausage simmering in the skillet and asked if my aunt would be upset if he called her Sausage Patti from now on. I said she would most likely prefer Krabby Patti. We giggled and decided she would not like us at all for this, even if the sentiments are sincere and full of affection. (She must know how much we adore the breakfast meat and Sponge Bob. To call her either one would be nothing less than a compliment in our weird world...)

Over the years we have come up with much stranger names for those we love (Harry Porpoise), however the children seem to bear the brunt of our odd monikers.

Nate. Nate Dog. Nathan Bacon. Goose. Turtle. Po (we think he looks like Jack Black).

Rex. Rexy. Rexy Roo. Rex Rocket. Rex Machine. Sexy Rexy. Rexecutioner. Monkey Man.

Lucy. Lulu. Liftoff Lucy. Lu-seal. Loose Jeans. Spot.

Poor kids, they were the ones we were trying to protect.

As Krabby Sausage Patti pointed out, I did forget a few. Like Natek, one of our faves for Nate (who went through his first few years of schooling as Nate K...). I am positive there are many many others I forgot to add to my list!!!
I am a horrid parent!!