Friday, May 17, 2013

Namers and such

When I was a kid, I remember how much I loved naming things.  From toys to pets to flour babies (where are you Oliver Otis, my secretly-exchanged-for-a-store-bought-flour-sack-because-I-got-unhealthily-attached-to-you-and-your-little-cut-out-magazine-ad-babyface flour son?), naming was one of my favorite parts of playing.  But maybe it's more of a girl thing to like naming stuff, because Eli has never been interested, and Wolfie's creativity, when called upon, is limited to an eye-spy type mentality, like Building or Window or Lightswitch, said in Wolfie's "crazy eye" voice which signals that he's about to either smack himself repeatedly in the head or throw something up into the air that definitely should not be thrown into the air. 

In Zeb, though, I think we've finally got a namer.  There's this giant bear Nic got me for Valentine's Day at a drugstore senior year of college.  After a brief but intense romantic relationship with Brumby, it's mostly just hung out as part of the nameless hoard of stuffed animals hanging precariously in the net above the diaper changing table, occasionally descending with the other animals for one of their only two functions thus-far in this household - to either get thrown around by a bunch of manic giggling little boys about to make each other squealingly cry, or to get hilariously piled into the crib while whatever kid is currently sleeping there jumps up and down, happy at first then distressed. 

Option two, part one - Wolfie
Option two, part two- Zeb, with the bear in question being sleazed on by Eli

But all these years it has remained nameless.  Finally, this week, I randomly asked Zeb what its name was, and after a few moments of careful deliberation, he came up with a true original - Jhajha!  Here are Zeb and Jhajha hanging out shortly after the naming:

I think Zeb might be the most imaginative one so far.  I mean, Eli can think of some crazy stuff and he gets very creative with the Legos, and Wolfie is certainly very bright and can make all sorts of genius connections and questions and scenarios, but Zeb is the first one to do really imaginative play, complete with characters and their little voices.  It will be neat to see how that plays out as he gets older.  Real emerging human personalities!

In the Woog file, that guy is so thoughtful.  My grandma slipped on ice cream at the mall on Cinco de Mayo, broke her femur, had to have surgery to fix it, and has been in rehab since (she's supposed to come home next week).  It's a terrible situation, and my mom has been over helping my grandpa out a lot.  Anyway, without even being asked, Wolfie randomly decides to draw multiple get-well cards for "GG" (great-grandma).  How sweet is he?  Then there's the times where he picks all the gross hairs and pubes out of the drain during his bath and puts them in a little cup and calls it his "official hair collection."  Just in case you thought he was made of pure spun sugar and golden dreams.

And don't forget the continued whining about dinner.  Wolfie is starting to revolt against all dinners but mac and cheese, as I think I mentioned before.  The full-on sobbing he did over the spaghetti with meat sauce this week would have made you think the meat was carved from his first pet or something.  And oh my gosh, the outrage lately at our weekly beans and rice.  Zeb still crams it down (though even he this week was like "where's mah mac and cheez?" all whinily), but Wolfie and Eli treat it like torture.  Eli, the most vocal anti-bean lobbyist, actually wasn't so bad this week after I bribed him with a cup of my coconut milk.  "It tastes like all the tropical fruits and our vacation to Hawaii!"  I don't mind sharing my overpriced allergen-free nasty vittles when at least someone can respond like that.  The only thing better was Wolfie's review of the chocolate gluten-free-egg-free-dairy-free chocolate cookies when he first tasted one: "This is the best thing I've tasted in my whole life!"  With a review like that, why the heck did they yank them out of stores two weeks later?!

Opal, meanwhile, would probably love to join our dinners.  She's really starting to try to grab everything and cram it into her spitty little gob.  The baby fists are almost always covered in slobber. 

Where's my pastrami sandwich, you guys?
I know she's ready for rice cereal (if not deli meat), but what with her gut issues, I think we're going to wait until next month.  As for now, I think I'll continue to enjoy the ease of a purely boob-fed baby.

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