From the beginning of this blog, I’ve referred to my kids as “my son” and “my daughter,” but I have to admit that lately those designations are getting a little difficult to keep. Which has placed me in a strait between two.
On the one hand, I don’t want to use their real names in an attempt to protect them as I share with you. On the other hand, I really hate using aliases. I’ve read them on other blogs, and the fake names always make me pause in the flow of the reading; to me, they draw attention to themselves in a very distracting manner. Still, I felt the latter was my only option, and I’ve been wracking my brain to come up with aliases that I didn’t hate. You might even have noticed a few of those efforts in the sidebar. But each time, after I’d typed them in and let the names sit awhile, I’d come back to my blog and hate the sight of them.
Then, as I was writing this post in my mind and telling you a little about my children, my daughter unknowingly provided the solution. You see, since the baby has arrived, she proudly refers to herself as the “middle-est.” After all, we have an oldest and littlest now; it just made sense to her to have a middle-est, too. It makes me smile every time I hear her, and as I type this it makes me smile.
Thus, let me introduce you to…
My oldest is my OCD child. He likes his life organized, scheduled, and all the details in place. He loves to read and to learn and is meticulous in his work. On the other hand, he is also my “class clown” and gets his greatest thrill out of making others laugh. Oldest wants to be a policeman, preacher, baseball player, and artist when he grows up. He is launching into first grade this year.
Middle-est (formerly “little one”)
My middle child is my creative child—all rainbows and butterflies, creating a kind of Dr. Seuss-world. Though she likes a predictable schedule, she hates to be hemmed in with any other kind of structure. When Middle-est grows up, she wants to be a princess and a cow girl. She will be tackling K4 this year and is so excited about learning to read.
My littlest will probably eventually need a name-change, but for right now the designation is convenient. He loves to be with the gang and will cry until he’s in the big middle of everything, then contentedly sits and watches the action. His nick-name around here is Sir Grunts-a-lot: he grunts more than any baby I’ve ever known. He’s also MUCH bigger than the other two were (nearly a whole pound more than the others were at birth), so we tease that he’ll one day be our gentle giant. He’s smiley and sweet, and we’re all so in love with him.
So there’s the gang, my three stooges, my little loves, that fill my life with so much joy and endless writing material.