small things {names}

small things #27 ... names

As a three-year old, it is rather daunting to keep all the people and names straight.  Her world may still be quite small, but it's chock-ful of people, pets and places ... all with specific names.

(In all honesty, I struggle with the same problem.  Even with my thirty-four year advantage!)

Here are a few challenging conundrums she has faced recently:

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I was talking to her about our neighbor across the street, Miss Rebecca.  She piped up that her cousin is also called Rebekah.

"That's right, honey.  A big Rebecca and a little Rebekah."

Imagine her surprise a few days later when I left a voice-mail message for yet another Rebecca.

"Mom!  That's three Rebekah's!  So many Rebekahs!"

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This past week, we had the pleasure of meeting Baby S's grandparents.  On this particular morning, they enjoyed a little extended time with their grand-baby before bringing her to our house.  I told Lydia that the grandma & grandpa would be delivering her buddy later in the morning.  When they arrived, Lydia boisterously declared, "Grammy & Gramps are here!  Grammy & Gramps are here!"  To her painful disappointment, she quickly discovered that her Grammy & Gramps were in fact not here ... just Baby S's.

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And finally, one of our neighbors has been hard at work for he past several weeks pulling up his old yard and preparing for new sod.  Several times a day on our way to and from school, we walk past Mr. Woody digging, trenching and raking in his front yard.  We are also greeted several times a day by his dog, Chauncey.  One says, "Hello," and the other barks.  Loudly.  One afternoon, we passed the construction site again and Lydia remarked, "Mr. Chauncey is working hard."

I corrected her.  "Honey, that's Mr. Woody. Chauncey is the dog."

Without skipping a beat she declared, "That Chauncey barks too much."

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Names ... so hard to keep track of, but essential to knowing what's going on!