New Names for the New Year

It has come to our attention that the minor residents of our Blog World do not like the nicknames chosen by their Mother to protect their identities form the meanies on the internet. Thusly and henceforth, forever and ever or until they change their minds, the Green Enough Children shall be known as follows:
Bugs shall still be Bugs-the oldest and the only one who liked his name
Dawg shall be known as Quab. Don't ask, it makes no sense to any of us. Get used to that phrase, we use it a lot.
Toad shall be Scooter. HE chose it. Again, don't ask.
Princess shall be Bellerella. She has two favorite Princesses and wouldn't feel right about using just one of their names.
Little Sister (who isn't actually the Little Sister anyway) shall be Tiana. Actually she insists on being called Tiana in the real world too.

And it shall be so, under penalty of something really, really bad that the boys will tell you about when you need to know.

The Princesses Take Over

So, before Little Sister came home, we asked the Princess if she would like to share a room with her sister. She was not.interested.at.all. Her space has always been almost sacred to her and she resents any intrusions into her little world. So we prepared another beautiful room for LS. She loves it. In fact, Princess loves it too. She has been camped out in there since LS came home, with the exception of a few nights that we convinced her to use her own room, so fiercely guarded just weeks ago. Last week the girls ganged up on us brought a discussion to the table about sharing one of their bedrooms. When asked where we would put two beds and the big dressers, they suggested a "pretty bunk bed." Who will sleep in the top bunk? We learned from the boys that it is prime real estate. They will take turns and will switch every week when we change the sheets. When we wondered where all of their babies/Barbies/princesses/dress-ups would live, they casually  mentioned that the pink room (previously the Princess's Fortress of Solitude) might make an excellent "Girly Play Room." They had an answer for every concern. And they did this together. They conspired cooperated and thought through the whole plan like girls much more mature than 5 and 6 years old. It is a rare day that the girls agree on anything and even more rare that they can work together on such a grand scale. Frankly, the shock and surprise of their coordinated attack efforts left us no choice but to agree and move forward. We are being held hostage granting their request.

The actual day of Christmas has passed, but can't we continue to give all year long? Can't we look to our Savior for an example of love, every single day we live? Can't we give because we want to be like Him, not because we want recognition or praise or a reward? Let His love and care for us be the reward, and let our service to our brothers and sisters be His.

1 Month, 1 Week, 1 Day

So says the fairy ticker on the sidebar. I kind of like her now. But I think she's lying. Little Sister hasn't possibly been here that long, and then again it feels like she has always been here. Tiana (which she insists on being called since our D*sn*y trip) says that she misses Ghana, but she also loves Utah. Especially Buddy. And her family. So we rate just slightly below a movie character and a mutt. We were kicked to the curb long ago by the other Princess too, in favor of Barbie, Cinderella and the same canine of questionable pedigree. Such is life with little girls.

I LOVE this!

Wait for the end. It will be worth it.


Someday I will be coherent again and will post something worth reading. But apparently not yet.