Nicked Names.

We called the baby ‘Number 4′ before he was born.
Then he became known as ‘Quatro’ while the world waited for us to decide on a ‘real name’, but now that he has one, he is rarely if ever actually called Noah!

nick named Quatro

We call him “No No” or “Noey” and even “Nobody”.
Some times he gets “No-bo” or “Noob” or “Noo-bi-do”.
A friend’s little girl calls him “Baby No Name”, which I am quite taken by.

Yes…. we are attempting to scar our child for life with his many terrible nick names. But it’s ok…because we are scarring all our kids equally when it comes to nick names.

Morgan was named ‘Muski’ by the girls when they were waiting for him to be born and iot has totally stuck. We took a long time to name him too and while the world waited, the girls added to his nick name with loads of variations until he became known as …
“Morgan Muski Butterfly Marshmallow Poop Face”

nick named muski

Of course we also shorten his name… to ‘Morgues’.
Yep, his nick name means the building where they store dead people.
Now that’s gonna scar!

And the girls?

nicke named Bizzy

Izzy’s name is really Isabella but no one ever callas her that.
She gets called “Bizzy” or often just “B” which seems to confuse people because of course Izzy starts with an I not a B, but it makes total sense to us.
Sometimes she gets call “zipper” and quite often “feral Sheryl”

nick named goober

Zoe gets “zoob” or “Zobo” or “Zoo-bum”, because in true Aussie style, if your name is already short then we’ll lengthen it instead!
And a derivative of that? “Goober”…. lovely.

And then there are the multi use nick names…. because I often can’t remember which child I gave which name to, so it’s easier just to call them all…

Chooky Bum, or just Chook
Snookie La
Bood, or Boodie
Stinky
Oliver Boliver Butt (A prize for those who know which Dr Suess story this is from)
Pickle Knickers (say it out loud it makes your lips feel happy)
and of course.. Picklebum!

Surely I am not the only one who is scarring their children with terrible nick names. Please share and make me feel better!

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We Play Washing Dishes.

Sometimes I go all out and set up elaborate play spaces and activities for my kids. But some days I am all about making life easy and keeping it simple. Today was an easy, simple kind of day.

When Muski asked to get out water play this afternoon, I thought for a moment about finding the plastic tub and setting up the little table with towels and various accessories…. I also thought about just saying no. It’s cold and it wasn’t long before we had to leave for school pick up… Then I stopped and thought about how we could make this work for everyone, how we could keep it simple and make it easy.

activities for kids water play

I filled the kitchen sink with a little bit of soapy water, dumped in some dirty plastic bowls and cups etc and passed him an apron. Muski spent the next thirty minutes, washing, re-washing, stacking, and drying this dishes.

water play

He got to play with water, and I got the dishes washed! Simple. Easy.

we play
We are playing along with Childhood101′s We Play Link up again this week… Loads of great play ideas to share so go take a look!

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A Boy is Three.

Picklebums 3 year old boy
Just like that…. he is three.

People keep remarking that they can’t believe he is only just turning three. Isn’t he tall? Isn’t he grown up? Isn’t he big?

I don’t know if he is tall for his age, or big, or grown up. He was ‘big’ and ‘tall’ from the beginning yet he was, and still is my baby.

He is my baby who climbs and runs and says the strangest things (why on earth did we ever have any doubt that he would eventually talk?).

He has a mean left hook and a rotten temper. His heart is broken in a second, and often takes quite a while to mend.

Trying on his new hand made overalls - gotta love a boy in overalls!

He loves his sisters more than anything, even when he is raging against them.

His favourite colour is green, or purple, or pink.
He likes Barbies and dinosaurs and diggers and puzzles and robots.

His piercing blue eyes are all mine, but the rest of him belongs to his father.

He has been counting down till today and is adamant he does NOT want to share his birthday with the new baby. Today belongs to him…. just him.

My Three Year Old Boy.

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When Life Gets too Loud…

I can't hear you

When life gets to much, and everything is too loud…
Put your hands over your ears and run around the house screaming
“I can’t hear anything…. I can’t hear anything!”

Or… go read a few flogged blogs over at Mummy Time!

PS – Top ten list of ‘Songs to Birth By’ is coming soon… just need a little more time to check out things on you-tube. So feel free to make last minute suggestions if you have any.

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