After having a discussion of online safety, the children proposed and chose pseudonyms. There were giggles, there were some vetoed, and miraculously there were no tears.
When she was tiny this was her nickname. From infancy she was our little munch mouth. She would eat anything and everything. She would come and stand in front of you (and your food) with her mouth wide open and wait. It was so cute she usually got a bite. This was especially wonderful when it was one of her uncles and they were eating ice cream!
The only time I can think of when she didn't want to eat was when she was about two. She didn't want to eat her broccoli. Did I also mention she is stubborn? She refused. She was in her high chair and in my infinitive wisdom as a first time mother I said, "You will not get down until you eat your broccoli". She didn't and instead fell asleep in her high chair. Grandma happened to call during this event and was not pleased at the "torture" her favorite (and only grandchild at that point) was receiving. On a positive note, she adores broccoli today.
When she was three she had an imaginary friend named Burden. Burden was the best and went everywhere with her. One night she asked if Burden could come sit up to the table and have dinner with us. I replied that I didn't want any more burdens at my table. Munch was insulted and stomped away proclaiming, "Burden will die at sunset." That was the last we ever saw or heard from Burden.
When she first learned to speak she had the deepest, most monotone voice you could imagine (comparable to Arnold Schwarzenegger). As a two year old she was inquisitive and in her little mind she would get all the answers and wishes fulfilled after dinner (not sure why, but everything was after dinner). One evening she was hitting Munch. We asked her to stop and with a glimmer in her eye and in her Arnold voice she replied, "Aftar dinnar right."
Arnold also had an amazing ability as a tiny little girl to get out of work and helping around the house. Her favorite ploy was hatched while she was suppose to be cleaning her room. She and Munch share a room. When I asked them to go clean their room the game of Cinderella would always be played. Arnold would say you can be Cinderella and I will be the wicked step mother. Of course what innocent older sister wouldn't jump at the chance to be Cinderella. So there sat Arnold in her bed, bossing her older sister around, "clean this, pick up that", thrilled to not be cleaning.
Gus, there is really no story behind the name. She had such a traumatic infancy that silly names would just not be appropriate. For example, Gus was TERRIFIED of toilets for a number of years. She would go to the bathroom, wash her hands, inch back to the toilet, flush and run (often screaming) from the bathroom.
One family vacation, while we were stopped for breakfast we used the restaurant bathroom. I did not realize that the toilets flushed automatically and Gus was still using the toilet when it began to flush. We really tried not to giggle at her terror, but failed. Thankfully this is something she overcame.
Another pseudonym proposed was "crazy chicken lady". Again not the nicest and it takes to long to write out. Simple names, that was my requirement. She is a very good chicken mama. She faithfully raised 16 baby chicks this spring. Unfortunately a fox got into the hen house and 9 were killed. (Thank you to our dear family who helped us with this traumatic experience!) One of her brothers while hearing the news suggested that the chicken all have food names (nugget, cordon bleu, etc) so that their deaths would not be as traumatic. His advice was not appreciated.
On a happy chicken note, Gus is a Grandmother. The chicks from last year (Vinnie, Giespie and Alfredo) laid and hatched new babies. So her babies have had babies and at a wee young age she is a chicken grandmother. Not quite sure what that makes me. Hopefully nothing.
Fred has never been her nickname, she just wants it to be her online name. Not sure why and perhaps it's best not to know. Fred is her own woman and this photo gives you a glimpse into her personality.
At two she proclaimed to her father, "When I am queen I will have the power to get rid of you." He wasn't getting her a pancake fast enough and she was displeased.
Just before school ended this year I found on my desk a very large sign that Fred had created at school. It read, "Never underestimate the power of me."
The boys pseudonyms tomorrow.