For some time now, Ian has taken it upon himself to give everyone in our house a nickname. There is "Sammers" (Sam), "Bails" (Bailey), and "Pooh-Bear" (Jeff).
I am most impressed with the consistency and frequency at which he uses these names. Ian refers to himself as "Tigger" and pretty much got most teachers and other kids to call him this too. It's always a trip when you take him to school and other activities and the leader has to call him Tigger to get him to respond. Or when we go through airport security and the agent from TSA will ask him what his name is to make sure it matches to the boarding pass. The agent gets a good chuckle out of it when Ian answers matter-of-factly, "Tigger". So far we haven't been told we can't proceed through the security screening. Thank God!
So if Ian is Tigger, then Jeff must be Pooh. For close to a year now he started calling Jeff "pooh-bear". At first Jeff resisted and would keep saying, "Ian, my name is daddy." But Ian was persistent and now Jeff doesn't even correct him anymore and will answer to any version of "pooh-bear". There is "Pooh-beary", "Pooh-daddy" and "Big Pooh-bear".
Before you knew it, Ian gave everyone else in the house a nickname too. Everyone that is but me. The closest thing I get to being called something other than "mommy" or "mama" is "Robyn". Ian will threw in references to me when talking to Jeff or Aunt Lori and say, "Is Robyn coming with us?" Or, "Where did Robyn go?" It is always a little shocking at first to hear your four year old ask for you by your real, grown-up name.
Ian's new names for us must be catching. I heard Jeff call for the dog the other day and yell "Bails". "Bails" came running.
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