The time has come to share the names of my children. After a year of blogging, though I still feel much like a protective mother tiger, I have become comfortable enough with this world to let you readers in on the names we’ve chosen for the five little people who’ve knocked our world upside down over the past 14 years (I’m counting the first pregnancy in that year count, since it really began then). I’m choosing today to start the name revelation, since the post I wanted to share cannot happen while at least a couple of those names remain hushed. With that, I introduce to you (in order of appearance in our lives): Christian (13), Olivia (11), Elizabeth (8), Adam (6) and Nicholas (3). Here we all are on the 40th birthday celebration of their father and my husband of 17 years, Troy, owner of Red Star Guitar in Fargo:
If any of you know Troy, you’ll have to give him a call and ask him who he’s having dinner with later this month. I’ll give you a hint: the dinner will be in L.A., and the guest of honor was featured in the movie, “Back to the Future” (the first one).
Now, then, I can continue with the latest kid quote.
We were in the van (again) the other day when Adam started in:
“Mom, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to become a saint.”
Hmm, I’m thinking this is going to be followed by the revelation that he did something naughty at school.
“Why’s that, hon?”
“Well, St. Adam, now that just doesn’t sound very good. St. Adam? Come on! But my brother, St. Nicholas, he’s already a saint.”
Ah, if only it were that easy!
I also have a few “Nickisms” to share — words uttered frequently by our youngest that always make us smile.
“Mom, can we get a movie at Blackbuster’s?” (his version of a national movie rental chain)
“But I don’t like Slappy Joe’s!” (his version of a round sandwich some people call barbecues…probably a mixup with regional pizza chain Happy Joe’s)
“Can you log me on to Cartook Neckwork?” (his version of a kids’ television website where he can play Ben 10)
Honestly, I don’t have the heart to correct him at this point. These little “Nickisms” are too precious. I love the workings of a young mind and how it “sees” words pre-reading.
While I’m on a quote and word roll, I thought I’d share one that a friend sent in an email that brought another smile to my face recently:
“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.” — Anton Chekhov
I love that. Although…I don’t know if the yard crane I mentioned yesterday would agree.
Speaking of that yard crane, I received a couple early-morning e-mails from readers concerned that the crane might be real. It made me pause and realize all over again how we sometimes miss sharing the most obvious details in our communication. Oops! (I guess I’d assumed using the word “yard” would have been the decisive hint.)
One of the readers in particular just wanted to make sure because she’d recently read something about how birds are struggling to survive this harsh winter, though some of them have special coping mechanisms, as she pointed out:
“Sharptail grouse…have ways to survive. One is that they will sometimes bury themselves in the snow, making themselves a cozy little shelter, while they wait out a storm. So, that’s why I’m confused. Is there a crane that remains in ND in the winter and buries himself in the snow to keep warm….or is this a lawn ornament that is slowly being covered?”
You never know what you’re going to learn on any given morning. I definitely learned something new today, thanks to this observant (and very compassionate) reader; someone who, I’ll admit, is very dear to my heart. The other concerned reader hinted that if the crane is real, she would make immediate plans to come over and rescue it.
I got a kick out of all of this, and hope you did, too. I promise, I will never post anything here that shows a suffering animal without mentioning a call to those who might be equipped to care for it!
Finally, I made a special point to look for the crane again this morning, because we had a bit of a ground blizzard today and some snow accumulation last night, but said crane is still peeking out from the snow mound, and all seems to be well in the neighborhood. Whew! We can all rest easier tonight.