Ironic Misnomer
By Tina Barriscale
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Love all the Heidi stuff. In fact I may be addicted. Here I used the chipboard strips, placed two of them with the edges together and used white rub-ons for the title. I then broke them apart so there is a gap in the title. Had to fill in a few uneven spots iwth a white pen. I then added the clear letters over the chipboard strips. Then placed one last strip on top of the letters to hide the adhesive. And you know that number tape, I've used the heck out of it. In fact, I've almost run out. Definitely need more. Tape = cool.
Have wanted to get this journaling down for a long while. This child so makes me laugh.
Our attempt to bestow you with a strong, masculine name has appeared to be somewhat futile. I suppose that it was initially my own mistake, calling you baby for those first few months in lieu of the more distinguished Thomas. While I quickly reverted to your given name, your Dad occasionally slips back into the "baby" moniker. At twenty-seven months, and forty plus pounds, with a build more closely resembling a linebacker than an infant, the description is a bit of a misnomer. Yet the worst offender is undoubtedly your older brother who labelled you from birth, "Baby Tom Tom". Unfortunately, the name stuck, and regrettably William's pronunciation left much to be desired, the M sound reverting to an N. And being the parrot that you are, closely following your brother's lead, you believe this to be your name, or your preferred version in any case. When someone inquires as to your name you proudly respond "Baby Ton Ton". No, you were not named after the large, hairy beasts from the Empire Strikes Back, although it may appear to be the case. I guess the day will soon arrive when you deem that it is no longer cool to call yourself Baby. As long as you're doing it anyways, I may as well overlook the obvious and call you that myself. My Baby. |
