The Official Name Changing Ceremony

I don't know if any of you have noticed that from time to time in this blog, I have referred to my son "Toddler" by the nickname "Bubba."  If you did notice, perhaps you also noticed that the name, "Bubba" has been sneaking in a bit more often recently.

See, the problem is that "Toddler" is outgrowing his name.  It's hard to talk about an almost 3 1/2 year old that goes to school three days a week and no longer wears diapers as a "toddler" anymore.

So, after much thought, consideration, and more than a few helpful (and not so helpful) suggestions from my readers via Twitter, I have decided to re-christen "Toddler" as "Bubba."  I mean, technically we do live (slightly) south of the Mason-Dixon line, and Bubba was technically born in the south, so we can use that as the excuse for this otherwise hopelessly northern and midwestern family using such a ubiquitous southern nickname.

My other excuse is, that is one of the things we really call him, and "Kid," or "Annoying Chatterbox" just didn't seem to fit the mood I was going for.

And ...

after announcing that ...

I don't seem to have much more to say on the subject. 

In other, miscellaneous news,

Toddler ... I mean, Bubba, has been "playing cars" with Houdini for the past few days, and I swear that Houdini is actually starting to bat the cars back. 

Bubba has reached the stage where his answer to everything is the opposite of whatever it is I want.  Instead of saying, "No," though, Bubba has to be more verbose.  He says, "I don't think that's a good idea, Mommy."  Or sometimes, "I don't think so, Mommy."  It's hard not to crack a smile when i should be cracking the whip.

Additionally, my most striking condemnation as a parent has come from the mouth of Bubba.  He picked up his toy phone last night and began talking.  DH and I were having a conversation, and Bubba looked over at us and said, "Mommy, Daddy, stop talking.  I'm on the phone.  You can talk when I done."

For our final announcement, I am loathe, surprised, and rather stunned to announe that my not-quite-three-and-a-half year old came home this evening and asked me if I would please turn on the Suite Life on Deck.  Hey!  What happened to watching Mickey Mouse?  I didn't have this renaming ceremony because I actually wanted him to grow up or anything.  If he does insist on watching this show (I'm still hoping it's a fluke because we said no more cartoons today), I hope he decides to like a character that is ordinary and responsible, like ... like ... wait, there has to be one on that show.  Doesn't there?

And ...

That is about it.  See ya.