Tomorrow is the two-month anniversary of this blog. (You probably don’t know this, but two months is the “Alcohol Anniversary” so I plan on celebrating accordingly.) One thing I’ve heard over and over again is that I need to come up with better nicknames for my kids than using just their initials.
Well, it seems unfair to throw out some nicknames without telling you a little bit more about them. Now, I know what you’re thinking, six readers. You’re thinking, “They are my niece and nephews. I already know them. You don’t need to tell me anymore.”
But I want to. Because I’ve spent most of the past two months sort of, um, complaining about my kids on this blog and there IS a flip side. Approximately once a month, one of them doesn’t drive me crazy. So before I christen them with their new blog names, I want you to know them. Really know them. I want you to feel my pain joy.
So, with this post, I’m going to start with my daughter, formerly known as C. She’s five-and-a-half…
Side note: She just celebrated this landmark half birthday over winter break last month. We were on vacation and she spotted half of a leftover cake from dinner the night before. She immediately said, “Oooh! Half a cake! I bet that’s for my half birthday!” (Shit. It wasn’t. But she was very happy to see a platter of halved Entenmanns’s chocolate doughnuts come her way after dinner. I mean, who wouldn’t be?)
… and she is kick-ass awesome. She’s funny, inquisitive and enthusiastic – as one preschool teacher told me, “She just has a zest for life that we don’t see very often.” I repeat that quote a lot because the teacher said it in such a positive way and sometimes I forget that her type of “zest for life” is a positive thing… mostly because it’s often such a LOUD zest.
She is a kind soul; she is always looking out for her friends, cousins, peers and most importantly, her brothers. I can’t imagine a better big sister. To be corny for one short sentence, it is her kindness that makes me the most proud. (And befuddled… how did we get such a nice kid?)
She’s unpredictable. She’s always surprising us with her choices and decisions and reactions. For Halloween, she opted to dress as “Toothless” (as in, the Night Fury dragon from “How to Train Your Dragon” … but you already knew that). Given the opportunity to choose any souvenir at the Disney on Ice show – they had Princesses and Lion King stuff out the wazoo – she picked a Woody doll. (Poor Woody was promptly dismembered by one of the boys and C surprised us by saying, “That’s OK. He’s still pretty cool without a head.”)
She’s also spirited, excited and inquisitive which yes, are sometimes code words for defiant, hyperactive and “doesn’t shut up.” But in both good ways and bad, she is passionate. Here are just a few things she’s passionate about:
- Nature. She likes bugs and worms and frogs. A lot. Her favorite activity in Florida is catching lizards. Lizards who then, sleep next to her bed in a cage that’s not locked nearly tight enough for my standards. And despite the kindness I described above, she’s also fairly intrigued by dead things (bugs, worms, frogs, etc.) I’m hoping this doesn’t indicate a propensity for serial killing, but in case she’s reading this someday… we’ll love you no matter what, honey!
- Animals. All animals, but she especially loves puppies. She especially, especially loves Huskies. She enjoys pretending to be a Husky. (Did this just get weird?) She likes to play Pet Store, where she is the dog and anybody else is the Store Employee or Future Owner of Her. A real puppy is nowhere in her future so she has started rallying HARD for a hamster. (She says “hamster,” I hear “rat.” Am I alone here?)
- Dresses. Loose, flowing dresses. Not because she’s girly and not because she’s a hippie. Simply because she doesn’t like restrictive clothing. (Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the understatement of the year!) She is passionate in her hatred for pants, jeans, shorts, skirts, shirts with long sleeves, shirts with short sleeves, shirts with three-quarter sleeves, sweaters, socks, shoes, boots, underwear, coats, hats, gloves, scarves and headbands.
- Not being alone. Ever. Specifically, at night. She does not like sleeping alone. (This fact does not warm her father’s heart.) Sometimes we let her sleep in her brother’s top bunk as a treat. (This is a treat for her. Not for us. Because then Wrestle Baby commences at 5:00am.)
Of course, when this passion manifests itself in a negative way we get a World Class XTreme Meltdown, but those episodes have greatly decreased in frequency this past year. In fact, the changes we’ve seen in her since last summer give us so much hope that MAYBE, at this time next year, we won’t want to sell our three-year-old son to the highest bidder. (I kid! He’s awesome too! Please factor that in when submitting your offer!)
But positive or negative, her passion always manifests with VOLUME. This girl is the loudest kid I know. And before you ask, yes, I’ve had her hearing checked. Her hearing’s fine; she simply struggles with not screaming at all times. This volume control (or lack of) has been a problem since … birth. Wait, did I say “problem?” I meant QUALITY.
A few examples of things she screams about:
- “YES! WE GET TO HAVE FRUIT LOOPS FOR BREAKFAST!!” (Every day.)
- “YOU WASHED MY FAVORITE DRESS? YOU’RE THE BEST. MOMMY. EVER!!!”
- “IT’S TUESDAY TODAY? FOR REAL LIFE? I LOVE TUESDAYS!!”
- “G JUST SMILED AT ME! AND THEN DROOLED ON ME! AND THEN SMILED AGAIN! CAN I GO CHANGE MY DRESS BECAUSE IT’S WET NOW?!”
- “I’M GOING TO BE A BABY HUSKY FOR HALLOWEEN!” (December)
- “I’M GOING TO BE A BABY PENGUIN FOR HALLOWEEN (January)
- “I’M GOING TO BE A BABY TIGER FOR HALLOWEEN!” (February)
- “I’M GOING TO BE BABY HUSKY FOR HALLOWEEN!” (Last week)
- “CAN WE HAVE ICE CREAM TODAY? YES?? THIS IS MY FAVORITE DAY IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD!!”
That’s my girl.
And so, it is with this quality in mind – her PASSION!! and yes, lack of volume control – that I christen her with the blog name:
The Loud One.
PS. Coming soon, introductions to the boys.