Parenting is Hard: Well, For Me It Is

by Lucky Red Hen on October 16, 2011

[written earlier this year, but thought it was a good follow-up to yesterday’s post…]

This isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing right now. I have errands to run and a wok to hunt down. Writing takes up so much time, but somehow I feel like I should be doing this right now. If not, then I might start bawling again.

I’m a cry-er. I wish I weren’t. What good does crying do anyway? It makes my eyeballs red, eyelids swollen, nose is both plus runny and I get a headache. This is NOT how I want to look when I leave my house. Not that I’m vain in the regard that I need to be perfectly coiffed, manicured, and fashionably diva’d, but I don’t want to look like I just got slapped with the ugly stick (not saying I’m ugly, but after the Ugly Cry it looks like I am). Maybe I should time how long it takes to un-swell, de-redden, and get to a presentable point so I can stop crying soon enough to de-swell.

The gist of why… ack… it’s making me well up again… inhale, exhale, mentally step out of the sad place…

Maybe I’ll try being a reporter. If I tell myself I’m just stating the facts then maybe my emotions will calm down a spell. (I wanted to say other words, because I’m feeling strongly, but gotta keep this PG.)

For the last three years I’ve heard about the 5th grade 3-day camp. And for the last three years I’ve told my oldest that there’s no way he’ll be going on an overnight excursion (I’m against sleepovers, but that’s a whole other topic that I won’t get into right now) for 3 days and 2 nights with a bunch of kids and parents from our school that I don’t know. (I only recently found out that there are two other schools involved which means two of his buddies will be there also.)

He’s not signed up to go. The camp is next week. This morning was drop-off for sleeping bags, etc. I haven’t seen paperwork on it because he knew he wasn’t going so no need to show me. I have NO IDEA what goes on at this camp, physically where it is, how it’s organized, who’s in charge, what they do, how sleeping arrangements are decided and executed, etc. Granted it’s my fault for not becoming informed, but it wasn’t an option because it’s overnight (and $150) so I didn’t think I needed to be informed of something not pertaining to me.

I had heard that there were about 5 students not going but found out today that mine is THE ONLY ONE not going O_O

Does that change things? My mom says no. She said there are hard decisions we parents need to make and stick with because that’s what we feel is right (she also said she supports my decision). Another mom friend comforted me with support that it’s our family decision and it doesn’t matter what other parents/students think.

The trick here is that my husband is all for it but he supports my position because I get the final say when it comes to the kids. If I say no, it’s no. He tells me not to beat myself up over it because I’m only wanting what’s best.

But what if I’m making the wrong decision? What if it’s the right decision? How do I know the difference?

Some will say, “Pray about it.” What if I’ve prayed about it and a clear answer hasn’t come to me? Maybe that’s an indication that my Heavenly Father wants me to stretch and figure it out on my own. Maybe there isn’t a right or wrong. Maybe it’s right that he doesn’t go and also right that he does. Yikes.

This isn’t a case about giving in to peer pressure either (well, you may think so but I don’t). I’m not pressured by my (or his) peers but I AM pressured with the responsibility of doing right by my kid.

He didn’t come with a manual or warranty. I am not skilled in parenting. I haven’t studied, been taught, researched, or absorbed how to be the best parent. I’ve picked up on things here and there from my parents, my in-laws, and other parents but I am by no means well versed in raising a child. This does NOT come natural to me like it does other women (and men, for that matter).

Food, shelter, and clothing are the only things I feel I can do without outside help. The safety, education, and the rest I’m just winging.

And I don’t have a problem with admitting when I’m wrong (which isn’t often, I assure you, haha, tongue in cheek) or taking responsibility when I need to (I think… I don’t know, you tell me). So if this whole thing turns out to be a giant mistake, whichever way it goes, I just hope it’s not to the detriment of my child(ren). Yeah, I guess this whole thing is going to trickle down to the other kid too. (sigh)

From the school… “When students don’t go to camp they are expected to come to school. The teacher has work for them and they will go into another classroom. If they don’t come to school they are counted “absent” and it is added to their school record. Please let me know what you decide.”

I asked if he’s the only one not going and what work he’ll have and what classroom he’ll be in. I was told… “At this point, he is the only 5th grader not planning to go to camp. If he doesn’t go to camp, we will place him in another classroom for the day. We have not decided for sure which classroom for which day, but it may not be the same room every day. He will attend specialists with whichever class he’s with for the day. We will give him some work to do while he is at school so that his time is not wasted. The work we give him will be additional practice on things he’s worked on before. The other students will not be expected to do the same work because they will be busy at camp.”

It sounds kind of willy nilly and like he’ll be punished for not going to camp. The other kids are out having a good time (because their parents can afford it and/or are better at this than I am). I’m torn and exhausted considering all the possibilities.

I wish parenting was easier.

EDIT: At the last minute, I changed my mind and let him go. He had a fantastic time, didn’t get hurt, wasn’t scarred for life by an inappropriate event, and has memories that he’ll look back on fondly. Hopefully he won’t realize the anxiety that was behind it all by his over-protective mother who’s just trying to do her best.

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Kids: I don’t like them.

by Lucky Red Hen on October 15, 2011

See? This baby thinks I'm the BEST (and I think he's the bee's knee's), but read on to hear more about the title of this post.

New Person, extending their hand:
Hi! I’m so-and-so. Nice to meet you!

Me, shaking their hand:
Hello :) I’m Shannon and I don’t babysit.

Everybody who knows me is aware of my distaste for children. They are not the first people I want to hang out with if given the option. I prefer teenagers, adults, old folk, animals, and inanimate objects before children.

“That’s an awful thing to say!” Yes, I guess it sounds bad but I’ve heard people say that they don’t like being around old people (they drool, have trouble keeping food off their face, stare at you blankly, move funny, smell funny, sound weird… hey, wait a minute, that sounds like children!), hippies (too loosey goosey), punk rockers (unpredictable!), teenagers (spazzy), quiet people (Una-bomber?), bikers (scary), men (they’re not women!), women (so emotional!)… you get the picture.

So, yeah, I’m not a fan of kids. Other people are fans of kids… YAY! At least I’m honest and you know up front why I’m ignoring your kid every time they stick their toy in front of my face or clutch onto my leg, waiting for a horsey ride. Some people aren’t dog people, some aren’t cat people, I’m not a kid people.

However, there are times where I, gasp, put aside my dislike and help a kid/parent out. I’d rather take your noisy/distracting kid out of a meeting and entertain them in the hallway than sit in there frustrated that I cannot concentrate on what is being said by the teacher/speaker because you think nothing of letting your little one wander the room (Hey, it’s a curtain! Hey, it’s a piano! Hey, look what’s inside this lady’s purse! Hey, I’m walking across the front of the room!) and babble/giggle noisily. (But, if we’re being honest, and I’m all about honesty, that’s your fault not the kid’s so I can’t blame them and that’s why I’m trying to be nice to them.) If you ARE the kind of person who tries to keep your child/baby quiet or occupied so they’re not disruptive and they happen to make some noise then I appreciate the effort and I’m not blaming you. It’s the people who believe (here I go making someone mad) that it’s OK for the baby/kid to do whatever they want and are inconsiderate to others around them.

Oh, you say I’m crotchety and should get over it because babies are beautiful and should be revered as such? (If you don’t say that, ignore the rest of this paragraph, it’s not for you.) How about you get over that I’m crotchety about this and don’t agree with your view on something. This is my OPINION, just like you get to have yours. Because we have differing views doesn’t mean one of us is right/wrong.

For instance, my children got into a fight a while ago. The 8yo, on purpose, threw a glass magnet at her 11yo brother, so he chucked it harder back at her putting a decent welt on her foot. At first, not knowing what happened, I was mad at the 11yo for hurting his little sister. But when I learned that he was retaliating (not that he should have, I don’t condone violence unless it’s in self-defense), I had less empathy for her pain. They both got in trouble for what they did (he CERTAINLY shouldn’t have retaliated, and she shouldn’t have chucked it at him in the first place), and I gave my daughter an ice pack (minus sympathy).

Yes, they’re kids, and kids will be kids… that’s what they do… I did the same thing when I was their age… they don’t know any better… they’re figuring out life… this is how they learn to deal with people… they’re JUST KIDS!

I know all the arguments but I just don’t have a maternal instinct to put up with all that. I am paranoid about my kids safety, yes. I worry about what they’re doing, choosing, seeing, hearing, etc. But the part where people get warm fuzzies being around kids isn’t innate to me. I wish it were… really I do!

Kids are hard for me. Making the right decisions for them isn’t easy. Knowing what to say when they need me to is almost impossible. I don’t have pearls of wisdom like I know other people do. We don’t have activities planned, crafts to create, outings scheduled, or bonding time checked off. I try to love them as best as I can and hope that makes up for the lack of warm fuzzies.

So if I have so much anxiety about my own kids, you know I’m going to have less patience for other people’s kids.

But I’m not a meanie (all the time) and I have been known to be nice (sometimes). And I’m BEYOND grateful for people who ARE kid people to my kidlets and are nice to my kid’s even though I might not be :) They certainly need to get it from SOMEWHERE! So, thanks :)

And a lot of kids, especially babies, seem to be drawn to me. I’m like a beacon, saying, “Hey, you child, I would rather you NOT be near me so come on over here and sit on my lap so I can read you a book!” Wanna know a secret? I will admit, I’m really good with babies. Which is weird because I don’t care for babies. You can’t REASON with them.

“Hey, baby, why are you crying non-stop?” I’ll ask. And they’ll respond with, “Waaaaaaaaaahaaaaahaaaahaaahaa!”

I don’t know what that means. O_o

P.S. I find it ironic that I happen to have babysat this morning… and it was (gasp!) MY IDEA! O_O See, I’m not crotchety ALL the time ;) To prove how good I am with babies (she’s in the midst of I-only-want-mom-or-dad mode), here’s a before and after photo…

BEFORE: she didn't cry and had fun playing with me

AFTER: she was so calm and happy that she laid down and fell asleep in the middle of the toys

In case anyone gets the idea that they should ask me to babysit… this was framily (friend’s who are like family) who came to town for a wedding and didn’t have ANYONE ELSE to watch the baby. So there. Don’t ask (or you can and I’ll just say NO so why bother?)

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Stephanie Mabey: If I Were A Zombie

by Lucky Red Hen on October 14, 2011

This is my new favorite song, If I Were A Zombie, and it’s available on her site as a FREE (what, what?) download :D I’ve been listening to it on repeat… ’cause I’m a freak like that (don’t hate me for being so cool). Here’s her YouTube video of it (but I prefer the .mp4 version better).

If I Were A Zombie

But you can hate me for not being able to make that show as a video (argh! I’m not a computer programmer… wait, but I sleep with one, so I should be able to figure it out, right?)

Stephanie has a KickStarter.com account to raise money for finishing her album. I love hard-working artists who have talent and the gumption (is that a word? I should look it up to be sure but I’m too lazy to click over…) to get stuff done, so I contributed enough to earn me a pre-release download of her album :D Do you wanna? The link is below this paragraph… I know it’s not pretty, but you’ll be okay, I’ll hold your hand (holding… can you feel it? I’m a good hand-holder, promise. I’m a better hugger, but today I’m passing out hand holding’s and saving the hugs for another time, when you need it… unless you need it now, do you? Then I would give you one now, because I’m not a hug denier, no way!)

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/stephaniemabey/wake-up-dreaming

The first time I heard Stephanie’s music was last Friday, at the Rooftop Concert Series in Provo, UT. She was the opener, Dustin Christensen sang many of his own songs (plus a Tom Petty classic) from his new album (his voice is smooth like butter, and so clean), and The Lower Lights rocked all our faces off (seriously, you should’ve seen the ground, faces all over the concrete!) with their amazing instrument prowess, delicious harmonies, dapper dressing (especially in the frigid, damp and cold weather that night), and melodic spin on classic hymns. Their A Hymn Revival album is my all-time favorite (so far, but they’re coming out with another PLUS a Christmas album so I might have to change my tune after I hear those; but for now, theirs is it!)

The Lower Lights

And if you love Jesus, you may also enjoy listening to their ‘Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus like I have over and over andoverandoverandover this morning since I’ve downloaded it (it’s not included in any of their albums, it’s separately $1… worth every penny (although I didn’t pay with pennies, but that’s not the point.)

‘Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus

Hope you like the Zombie song :) If not, then that’s ok, I guess.

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What My Husband Loves About Me

by Lucky Red Hen on October 2, 2011

20111002-132126.jpgI’m a lucky girl (hence my nickname). My hubby sent this to me this week, out of the blue.

A sunlit smile that brilliantly shines
A corrector of grammar in others people’s lines
A magnet that attracts wherever she may go
A tiny tattoo on the top of her toe

Isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind
Sometimes likes to watch “trashy” TV to unwind
Always seems to have photos to edit
If there is a “life of the party”, she should get credit

A motorcycle rider that loves the open road
A listener who can help bare a friend’s load
A girl who knows her way around computer tech
And really wants a covered roof on her deck

At college, was a champion billiard player
Sometimes likes to hang out at home in her underwear
Great writer who gets all her thoughts straight
But Billy Idol is someone she absolutely hates

A driver who keeps right except to pass
A friend who never makes anyone feel last
A decorator of a beautiful home
Who hates blow up mattresses and instead prefers foam

A photographer with work that could hang in a museum
A compliment every time people see ’em
A quilt that wraps a friend like a hug
Listens and dances to beats like a thug

Seeing a Twilight movie with girlfriends is always a blast
Lives by the motto, “don’t look back” and dwell on the past
On the CB, her handle was “Sweet Lady”
Loves the one on Friends where Rachel has a baby

A lover of pets and wishes she had birds
Is married to a husband that is kind of a nerd
When there is news, she loves to be the first to know
Sometimes enjoys going to her husband’s music show

Goes out of her way to get a REAL huckleberry shake
Always has a gift for someone else that she wants to make
A beautiful woman with features so striking
People are amazed when they hear she is into motor biking

An avid Twitter and Facebook fan
Instead of a woman friend, prefers a man
Loves to go to Carrabbas on dates
But untrustworthy friends is something she hates

A self deprecating cook who makes a wonderful salad
Her husband sometimes writes her a song ballad
An intuition of great power
Living life to the fullest every hour

39 for the rest of her life
Determination and strength in the face of strife
A daughter of God who is loved very much
A husband whose heart jumps at her soft touch

Surrounded by friends who consider her their best
A thankful heart that always feels blessed
A natural talent for whatever the task
Dedication for a friend to do anything they ask

A courageous mom who cares very much
A greater hugger who loves to touch
Digs cuddling on the couch with loved ones
Measures the importance of friendships in tons

A devoted wife of many years
A tender heart that sometimes brings tears
All these things and so many more
Make up this amazing girl that I completely adore

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The Secret is Out: We Have Moved!

by Lucky Red Hen on September 22, 2011

Left: the view of our backyard in WA ___ Right: the view out our UT living room

The cat is out of the bag! Wait, we don’t have a cat. Yes, we have moved back to Utah, the beehive state (and, boy, do we have bees!)

Now before you get bent out of shape because you didn’t know, let me tell you that it was SO HARD to tell our friends and family about the news. Almost every time I did (for Ben it wasn’t so emotional; remember, I’m a girl), I’d get a guilt trip instead of encouragement. So after the handful of people I told (and made them swear they’d keep it a secret, remember that post?) I decided not to tell people… and I have gotten PLENTY of flack for that choice.

I have been yelled at, belittled, and dragged through the emotional mud that I wasn’t doing things the way “everyone else” does it. If you think you’re one of the people who did that, please don’t contact me asking if it was you. I don’t really remember who said/did what and don’t want to rehash the negativity. I just want to share my experience because apparently I’m the ONLY ONE who would move without telling everyone. Perhaps I cannot convince you of my reasoning. I shouldn’t have to, should I?

But put yourself in my shoes. There are, say, 200 people in Washington for me to tell. You, 1 person, feel super bummed that we’re moving. Me, 1 person, receive those super bummed vibes TWO HUNDRED TIMES! After 10 super bummed vibes I was getting depressed. Not depressed that we were moving, because that decision was clearly the right thing to do, just sad to be moving away from so many great people.

And all the questions! Why?!? Where are you moving to? What about your renters? What are you doing with your house? Will you rent it (SO MANY people asked me that)? How do the kids feel? What if they don’t adjust to the move? What about hubby’s job? When will you come visit? What are you thinking? Why? Why? Why?

At first we didn’t have all the answers, and telling them 200 times was a chore (plus, is it really anyone’s business about the details? I didn’t understand why some people, especially those who we aren’t close to, asked such personal questions.) Then I wanted to surprise my UT friends that we were back (because every time I’d come visit these last four years, that’s the first thing I’d get asked; “When are you moving back?”)

So here are the deets for moving back to UT: the 8yr old custom built (I designed it) house we already own is twice as big for 1/2 the price, has a stellar neighborhood (kids to play with, safe streets to ride bikes/scooters on, easily accessible playground and basketball court across the street, in-ground trampoline, great neighbors), amazing view (you should see it come 4th and 24th of July – we see five cities fireworks; and when it snows it’s beautiful!), camping/hiking/fishing within five minutes, longer motorcycle riding season (lots of long, flat roads to cruise), Carrabba’s restaurant where I get great food and great service, and loads of incredibly wonderful friends who treat us like family. We moved here from Washington for five years and moved back to WA for four years. Now we’re back for at least 10 while the kids finish school.

Now I’m not going to bag on WA. We didn’t move because we didn’t like it (but, I have to be honest, the rain WAS getting annoying, even though we were used to it). We loved it there, we have lived there the longest of anywhere (both our families are from WA), and have incredibly wonderful friends and family there who we’ll miss :( But because we have family there, we’ll be back to visit!

We got here in time for school to start (like a week before) and the kids have adjusted amazingly well. Our son loves his Boy Scout troop and is taking an acting class (performing a play in the spring). Our daughter already has several friends from the neighborhood to play with and enjoys spending the days outside riding her bike and scooter. They both have bigger rooms that are quietly tucked away upstairs and a cozy basement for movie watching. There is less sibling fighting now that they have other people to play with and break up the monotony of always being with each other. The sun is a welcome change to the gloom of the NW, even though the heat of the summer is pretty killer (thank goodness for A/C!) We love to be back at our church that’s around the corner (all the churches here are “around the corner” ha ha).

Please know that if I didn’t tell you myself and this is the first time finding out, it’s not because I don’t like/love you. Once we made the final decision to move, there was so many details to figure out and physically/mentally challenging duties as well. Getting the WA house ready to sell, decide what to pack and what to get rid of, pack all those things, deal with a moving company, all the paperwork to sell the house, show the house, etc. was overwhelming enough then to prep to move back into the UT house after four years of renters added to the stress.

It’s barely been a month and I’m just now feeling like I might have a handle on things. No, all the boxes aren’t unpacked yet. No, I haven’t been able to see all my friend’s here in person to tell them myself. Yes, we are happy with the move and excited for the next chapter of our lives!

Love,
me

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Would YOU Do This On A Plane?!?

by Lucky Red Hen on September 12, 2011

Instead of flying yesterday, September 11th, I instead flew the day before, avoiding much of the drama (http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/911-airplane-scare-fbi-bathroom-make-outs/story?id=14501455) that was inevitably going to happen the day after.

It was a long day start to finish… left the house at 9:30am and arrived in Texas at 6:30pm, stopping in Phoenix (to change planes and eat at Nathan’s Famous Dog’s – perfect fries, but wish I would’ve eaten a Chicken Caesar Salad instead of the fried tenders and cola beverage) and Albuquerque (yeah, I spelled that right the FIRST time WITHOUT spell check, thankyouverymuch; is that a tell tale sign I’m a New Mexican? Hey! Does that sorta mean I’m a Mexican?!? Ei ei ei!!!).

Because of the long day, I ended up partaking of the free (boring) in-flight (dry) snacks (could I get a celery stick over here?) and making a mess (this, folks, is NOT shocking). Unfortunately I am NOT known for my personal tidiness. Not that I’m a slob, I don’t think (please refrain from contradicting me and bursting my bubble), but I think that my protruding shirt gets in the way of my mouth and the floor where the ninja dog can clean up my spills. Butter. Butter is the WORST culprit and cause of my expanding shirt budget.

So the notorious honey-roasted peanuts are what did me in this day. Their salty sweetness hook me every time. There are only about five nuts in that tiny bag, but those five are nestled in billions of salty-sweet particles of goodness! I place the partially opened tiny bag toward my mouth and pop a couple nuts in, but my teeth end up touching the bag :p Eww. We don’t know where that bag has BEEN! The next attempt I find myself tilting my head way back so I won’t accidentally have teeth-to-bag touchage, and instead have billions of salty-sweet-particles-to-cleavage touchage instead! Eek!

RIGHT. DOWN. THE. EVERYTHING.

Being the good sport I am (usually), I giggle and shake my head. The steward happens by me at just that moment and says with a concerned look, “Is there something I can do for you?” I giggle again, “Um, probably not. I just poured salty-sweet goodness down the inside of my shirt!” “Ahh! Yeah, I guess I can’t help you with that,” he replied with a wink.

When I stand up to head to the lavatory so I can clean the particles out, I notice they fall further and spread sideways with the gravity. Great. Spreadage.

However, and this is where the story gets good (to me, maybe you’ll gross out – in fact, if you’re even slightly cautious about more-than-likely grossing out because you know me and how I am pretty good at doing that, you may want to stop here. At the end of it all I am cleaned up and salty-sweetnessed free.)

In the lavatory, I decide that I might as well take advantage of my morning’s Facebook post (plus it’d be the most efficient way to make sure to be particle-free). Here’s how it went:

My status update: Wear mascara for a day of flying and layovers or go au naturale so I don’t have to worry about raccoon eyes if I fall asleep on the plane?

Bob: Do they let you go au naturale on a public plane?

Me: Haha, Bob :) Maybe I’ll have to do that in the lavatory just to say I did ;)

So I did. I even pulled my feet out from my flip flops (stood on top of them; there’s NO WAY I’d touch that floor with my bare feet – have you SEEN it in there after a little boy comes out when there’s been turbulence?!?) I was buck nekid at 30,000 or so feet :D It wasn’t easy (those lavatories aren’t built for comfort) nor flattering (fluorescent lights and gravity pull at that altitude, oy), but I can say that’s the highest point I’ve ever been nekid :D

Q: What have YOU done that’s uncommon/rare on a plane?

P.S. Sorry, no picture for today’s post :p Actually, I’m doing YOU a favor ;)

[edit: I’ve received one text from someone who’s joined my club since inspiring them with this post. Haha!]

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Allen Stone is Delicious

by Lucky Red Hen on August 5, 2011

Me with Allen Stone after his show

This guy… if you have a chance to see him sing live, DO IT! Allen Stone has been touted as the up-and-coming artist to watch. His lyrics are instense, the videos crack me up, and his voice like soulful syrup… delicious!

My BIL turned me on to him several months ago to this video and I was hooked (line and sinker).

Allen Stone – Quit Callin\’

(Um, where’s the rest of my post?!? UGH!!!)

 

 

 

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Middle Name Mellay

by Lucky Red Hen on July 1, 2011

My daughter is eight and doesn’t know how to spell her middle name. Is that bad?

It’s not like she has to use it anytime soon. There aren’t college applications to fill out, driver’s licenses to apply for, police encounters, or other legal situations that require knowing her middle name.

She at least knows how to pronounce it. And she knows it starts with a ‘d’.

See, that’s the other thing is that her middle name has a capital letter, just not at the beginning O_O

“WHAT?!?”

Yes.

I just asked her what her middle name is and she said it. Then I asked her to spell it…

D, uh, A… no, I mean E, um… L? O X E?

Sad, isn’t it? Have we failed her as parents because we haven’t taught her yet? Should we sign up to be on Dr. Phil to discuss our dysfunction?

The other trick about her middle name is that it’s French. Poor thing is not bilingual.

Maybe this can be our summer goal… learn how to spell your middle name.

P.S. It’s not a made-up, wacky spelled nayme :p We got it from an artist we know (and have one of her painting’s). The girls in her family all have the same middle name (and it has an official crest as well!) I had told my best friend that if I had a girl, I’d name her middle name after her. Well, her first and middle didn’t work as well for my daughter’s middle name so we went with her last name, Low. It’s spelled differently, but sounds the same.

P.S.S. Because I know you’re curious… her middle name is duLaux (pronounced dew-LOW). Sometimes we pronounce it “deluxe” for fun, but as a nickname and not the proper pronunciation because paired with her first name it kind of sounds like a stripper :p

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