The Official Name Changing Ceremony

>> Monday, October 18, 2010

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.


Anonymous October 18, 2010 at 4:34 PM  

I know at least 8 boys called Bubba, living in small town Oklahoma as we do. It's a southern thing. I approve, by the way.

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