My husband I refer to as my Redneck Knight in shining armor. I call him that pretty much every time he saves my sorry ass from some crazy as conundrum that I've managed to get myself into. He may end up being shortened still further to RK at some point because, let's face it, I'm REALLY lazy! And yet I harp on my students about not using texting lingo and yet here I am doing the same. However, in my own teacher defense, I know when it is acceptable to use such versus turning in an English paper written so much in text that I couldn't even read it! Yea, that poor boy rewrote that paper!
My oldest daughter earned the nickname Princess Bubbles when she was born. Long story short, we found the name Bubbles in a baby name book as a possible girls name. To which my response was, "what were they smoking when they were collecting these names and putting them together?!" Along with a brief, "and where can I find some?!" So anyways it became the running joke for the remainder of the pregnancy. Flash forward to her birth day, right as I'm delivering her, someone happened to look down just after her head had cleared before the rest of her was born and she had this massive snot bubble coming out of her nose! So after she was born we kept referring her to Princess and still laughing about Bubbles. W never gave the nurse her name. So the nurse took it upon herself and on her little name plate for the hospital I-want-to-be-a-crib the nurse wrote down Princess Bubbles. Hey, I'm sure they have heard of worse right? So that is how Princess Bubbles came to be. Although recently she has turned into quite a gremlin lately, especially when trying to get her to do her homework so I'm thinking of referring to her as The Drama Queen!! TDQ. I shall likely use them interchangeably.
My now middle daughter has always marched to the beat of her own drummer. If she follows someone's example it is because she chose to or because she feels no need to please everyone(thank God for that, except when she decides she doesn't want to do what I have asked. ) On a camping trip a few years back she decided she was walking back to the beach with her toys and told my oldest to come too, and she did!! We let them walk almost out of sight and sure enough my middle kiddo is dictating how fast, which direction, and what toys to discuss along the way! We call her our Commander In Chief...unless we are referring to her as The Destroyer, which, of course, really needs no explanation!
My son has been bigger than his twin sister for their entire lives so far. So for quite some time I have been calling him my Chunky Monkey but have tried to cut off on the chunky part and just call him Monkey so he won't develop a complex when he is older. Who am I kidding, with me as their mom they will likely have many.
And last but certainly not least, my youngest twin, bugs out and crosses her eyes. It is SOOO cute! Hence the nickname bug. It was either that or Piglet because every time she gets upset she starts to snort. But again, we didn't want to give her a complex as well.
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