Roman inherited a nickname shortly after he was born. It started out innocent enough but I'm started to get concerned that this nickname will follow him longer than he may like.
Ever since he's been in the picture, big sister Ava takes it upon herself to repeat everything I say to him as if she were the one in charge. Ya know, just little things, but after awhile, I realized I sometimes need to watch what I say. She does this with her dolls, too, and it scares me because when I look at her, I'm really looking at myself, get it? Last night she said to her doll, "if you do that one more time, I'm gonna put you in a time out!" Oops.
Ever since he's been in the picture, big sister Ava takes it upon herself to repeat everything I say to him as if she were the one in charge. Ya know, just little things, but after awhile, I realized I sometimes need to watch what I say. She does this with her dolls, too, and it scares me because when I look at her, I'm really looking at myself, get it? Last night she said to her doll, "if you do that one more time, I'm gonna put you in a time out!" Oops.So... to make this long story longer, Ava started mimicking the baby talk I was doing to Roman. One morning I must have said something like, "Hello my little oochie boochie" (in that silly baby talk voice). Within hours, she was repeating, "Hi, my boochie" and that was it. Boochie was born. Simple as that. No more Roman, Romeo, RoJo, etc. Just Boochie.
It's to the point now that in this house, he's now referred to as "The Booch." Like, "How's The Booch doing" or "when is the last time The Booch ate?"
To Ava, he's "My Boochie". This morning she said, "can you take My Boochie out of the crib so I can kiss him?" When we get ready to leave for her school in the morning, she says, "don't forget My Boochie".
Recently, we've taken it to the next level. Ava's known as Big Booch, I'm Momma Booch and Joe is, you guessed it, Papa Booch.
The Booch...
It's to the point now that in this house, he's now referred to as "The Booch." Like, "How's The Booch doing" or "when is the last time The Booch ate?"
To Ava, he's "My Boochie". This morning she said, "can you take My Boochie out of the crib so I can kiss him?" When we get ready to leave for her school in the morning, she says, "don't forget My Boochie".
Recently, we've taken it to the next level. Ava's known as Big Booch, I'm Momma Booch and Joe is, you guessed it, Papa Booch.The Booch...
2 comments:
That is a great story, Carrie! I wonder how long he will be called, "The Booch."
We sort of had a similar experience here. One day I called Jilly, "Little Missy" and now that is pretty much all Jake calls her these days.
I think it is cute - and I cannot believe that it is already cold enough up there to put Ava in Sleeper pajamas - brrrrr
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