The following are some names that you may find useful for reference. I'm a little leery to use real names, as the persons in question will, undoubtedly be subject to possible embarrassment in the upcoming months due to postings. Let it be said that no one's pants were soiled in the making of this blog, without prior knowledge that their affiliation with me would inevitably rope them into the drama and hilarity that is my life. (They are all pretty darn awesome for putting up with me.)
Miss Banana Pants/ "ME"--I am one woman in a house full of men. Three men and a little lady, to be exact. Men, especially ones under 3 feet tall say the silliest, craziest, most off-the-wall-ridiculous things! This segue brings me to the idea behind the name: "BANANA PANTS". One afternoon a few years ago, my oldest (and goofiest) little guy decided to try to tell his first real joke. He was only two, so I planned ahead to laugh out of obligation. "Mommy, do you want me to make you laugh?" Of course I do. "Ok. . . .get ready. . . .BANANA PANTS!" . . . .that was it?? And it was. I prepared for the sympathy chuckle, and realized that I did think it was randomly humorous. It just so happened my mouth, that was full of water at the moment, forgot it's function of swallowing and decided rather to spew all over me, increasing the funny factor of the whole moment. My little comedian was immensely proud of himself for saying something that had such an effect on me, thus he began repeating his joke every chance he could. To his daddy, his grandparents, his neighbors, the checkers at the grocery store. . . . . .everyone. To this day, it can always put a smile on my face and has been the one phrase that cheers our little family up no matter what the circumstance.
But enough about that, let's talk some more about me. Along with trying my darnedest not to ruin the lives of two toddler boys, I fill my time with writing (for my sanity), running (on a treadmill, not from anyone in particular), eating (daily and sometimes hourly), and struggling to not let my big mouth get me into mucho trouble. I'm currently in school to become a Christian counselor or novelist. . .whichever comes first. I'm a stay-at-home mom otherwise, making it my mission to entertain a two-year-old escape artist, while my oldest is in preschool. Being a "mommy" of two little men is challenging, but it is definitely the job that brings me the most joy (and grey hair!).
Mr. Grouchy Pants--my adorable four-year-old and first born, whose "-isms" have become our lives constant entertainment. He knows exactly what he wants and when and how he wants it. Heaven help us all if things don't go according to his plans, which happens almost daily. . .hence his nickname. He is much too intelligent for his own good, and for ours. As well, his OCD tendencies with food and toys tend to make our lives interesting (frustrating) on a daily basis.
Mr. Stinky Pants--my ornery two-year-old who is the living, breathing JOY in my life. He radiates happiness and mischief every single day. Nothing is NOT a game right now. . .whether it's getting dressed, walking to the car, having dinner. . .it's a non-stop game of chase. Oh, and he poops. A whole LOT. We are anxiously awaiting the potty training phase. . .and someone to come do it for us.
Mr. "Thinks-He-Wears-The-Pants"/BC--my creative and selectively unobservant husband of 7 years. He's a graphic designer by day; rock star by night. His constant wit, goofiness, and overall passivity with life balances out my "control-freak" nature. He's the Peanut Butter to my Jelly most days with a few Superman moments now and again.
Sissy and Bubba--My little sister and little brother. As they are not exactly uncool enough for the "aunt" and "uncle" status, we decided to go with the nicknames they were used to growing up. (Well, the ones that are appropriate in mixed company, anyways.) Neither have kids of their own, so watching them wonder why there is green goop dripping out the side of a diaper or what "wipe my bobo" means is quite humorous.