I have some sort of strange the world's going to end, survivalist impulses that express themselves in all sorts of strange ways (I also think it'd be fun to live downtown in a big city where you can walk everywhere, I'm full of contradictions).
For my blog this impluse has shown up in naming my kids by an initial. Except I didn't do a very good job at it. I knew that as I typed my posts I frequently spelled out their names, but I thought I caught them all and fixed them before posting. I didn't. Shoot.
I'm a little OCD and the thought of having two different naming systems used irratically sort of wigs me out. Not a lot, but probably enough that it isn't exactly normal. Don't tell.
The point to my whole post and the surrendering is that I'm going to type out their names from now on. Probably nothing terrible will happen. Most likely. Chances are.
M is Makenna, my darling (and only) fiesty, sarcastic 11 year old daughter.
B is Ben, my slightly spacey and completely loving 8 year old son.
J is James, my 5 year old Jimmy James (he actually wrote his name like that for almost a year) with the biggest most charismatic smile.
P is Josh. Yep, Josh. Okay, his name is Joshua Paine and having two J's wouldn't just been confusing. Josh is 3 years old and is my, "Me, too!" kid. He wants to do everything his older brothers do and just about worships James.
Just so you know.
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