I told you it would stick

Way back when, it was either when I was still pregnant with Lucas or shortly after he was born, I was contemplating his nicknames.  Remember we had already planned on calling him Luke?

 

Well, I recall a day when my parents were with us and the converstation stumbled upon this topic. 

 

"He's my wittle Luke-y."

 

"NO!", both Hubby and my Dad had said. 

 

"That's too much like loogie...that's an awful nickname to have."

 

I just smiled and knew that that was true, but nonetheless you couldn't get around it.

 

As I've mentioned before I am fond of Lucas' daycare.  He's usually the first infant to get dropped off in the mornings and at that time there is usually anywhere from one to four other "big kids" already there. 

 

It started out with them saying "Baby!...a BABY."  "Yeah, that's Lucas", the teacher would say.

 

Eventually it became, "Lucas is HERE!"

 

His face would always beam with smiles.  :)

 

The other week I finally heard it.  "Luke-y!  LUKE-Y!...you wanna come play?!"

 

Uh oh.  Haha.  Wait til Hubby hears this.

 

I knew it was inevitable.  When getting all lovey-dovey about things like children do people always end up adding the "-y" to things. 

 

Doggy.  Kitty.  Mommy.  Daddy.

 

Needless to say, it wasn't me.  I didn't do it.  The big kids started it.  :)

 

On a side note, I often wonder what my son does all day at school.  Soo many of the big kids seem to know him.  How is that?  He's in the infant room. 

 

One day last week I was picking him up.  It was about a quarter to closing time because that's when the teachers gather all the big kids and have them wait in the hallway with their things, so they are ready when their parents come get them.  I was leaving with Lucas and wading through all the big kids down the hallway.  Then you hear it.

 

"Luke-y!"  "There's Lucas."  "He's my favorite of the babies."  "Bye Luke-y!"

 

:)

 

Made me smile.  That kid must get around.

 

 

 

 

Another post about Nicknames

So, after writing this post about a nickname I despise, I immediately thought about all the other nicknames I've had over the years. And I'm talking PG here...

Here is a list of all the nicknames I can come up with! Again, my given name is Patricia for those of you that need clarification.

Mama/Mom - This is my newest nickname!! I love it the most!! Even though I haven't actually heard those words from my own child yet but Hubby does call me that when speaking for Lucas. ♥♥♥♥♥

Pat - Ugh, hate it. Majority of the time that I hear this one is from Old Ladies. I use my official name for official purposes. Sometimes I am forced to use Patricia for work (as in currently), meaning since that's what's on my paycheck the company chooses to set up my email account as "patricia.lastname@company.com". So for example, when communicating by email to a new vendor sometimes they will respond back "Dear Pat", etc., even though I specifically have "Trisha" in my signature line. Read much? Or if I receive a call from my dentist's office reminding me of an appointment, the little old lady will call and ask to speak with "Pat". Dunno who you're talking about lady, no Pat here...

Patti - There was a brief period in my younger childhood that I actually wanted to be called "Patti". I can't for the life of me remember why! It was a phase of course, and yes, it had to be with the "i". Good grief, what was wrong with me? 

T (or Tee) - I used to work for this truck manufacturer and my last Manager there just one day referred to me as "T". I think it might have been in a staff meeting. Logical, right? Well, now-a-days I might sign a note to people with the simple "T" rather than writing out my name. I guess it stuck. And as far as "Tee" goes, you know those arcade games you play sometimes, like Silver Strike for example, where you actually score high enough to get on their list of top scorers? They only give you three characters to sign your name to your score. Most people use their initials. That's when I just started signing "TEE". :)   

Tricia - Just another spelling of my name preference. This spelling however, NOT the preference. Even people I've know for 10+ years still choose to spell it this way. Ahem, Sevi... 

Trish - Don't even think about it... Refer to this post if you are even considering it. 

Trish the Dish - Also mentioned in this post, yet acceptable, but usually only if you went to my high school. And now to insert an anecdote!... I was in marching band in HS, and was a section leader I might add. Woot woot! My HS hosted a band competition every year. The particular teacher who nicknamed me "Trish the Dish" was also the sports announcer for our school (for 30+ years!). He had a great voice for commentating. I still remember at our competition, when we were about to perform our exhibition show, as we march onto the field the Announcer will introduce the Drum Major and key people, such as section leaders. It totally threw me when I heard him announce my name as "Trish the Dish"! It was hilarious and made me smile big as I took my place on the field. He also went on to do this whenever we were introduced at our home football games, especially on Senior Night. You just can't hate that nickname and the special attention you are given in public when called it. 

Trish Trash - Ah...yes...this was not widely spread fortunately. It was what my brother, Nick, would call me affectionately (yeah right) when we were younger. I don't think he did so in front of other people, just at home, so it never spread like wildfire. That would have been very very bad! 

Trisha - This is my name. This is my preference. This is what you should call me. Period. 

Trishie Bear - Aww! This nickname was given to me by my HS sweetheart's younger sister, she was a toddler at the time. She preferred to call me "Trishie" rather than Trisha and I love bears. Hence "Trishie Bear". And it also got around to other friends of mine in HS who would start calling me it as well, like Heather. Yes, another HS nickname. 

Trouble - This was first spoken to me in the classic line you tend to hear, "Here comes Trouble..." It was at the company my dad worked for when I started college. I had taken a part time job there and one of the warehouse guys would always say that when he saw me. It just kind of stuck. Hence the "Trouble with Trisha" blog title. And yes, I even have it on the front plate of my car. 

Stirring the Pot: Part Two

Continuing the conversation via text from this post...   My friend then questioned the proper name to call my Lucas.  Lucas versus Luke? 

You see, when my baby was just a "Turtle" swimming in my belly Hubby and I had a set of names picked out.  When we finally had the Big Ultrasound and found out the gender we were proud to reveal our choice of names for our little boy - Lucas Glenn.  And we had every intention of nicknaming him Luke.  A lot of the references on Facebook and our additional ultrasound pictures we even referred to him as Baby Luke.

So needless to say at our baby showers and conversations with family and friends he was called Luke quite a bit.  It even made it onto some of his gifts/clothes, etc.  Although some items did get his formal name, Lucas, as well.

 

So my friend asks me if she's not supposed to call him Luke anymore?  Because you may have noticed that now on Facebook, this blog or in conversations with us that we always call him Lucas and not Luke.  It turns out that Hubby and I don't call him Luke at all, at least very rarely.  What changed?  Somehow meeting our baby boy changed that.

Once he came into this world he was simply Lucas to us.  It just felt right.  It's who he is.  To us, Hubby and I, he isn't really a Luke.  Some times he is if we refer to him in the possessive, such as, Luke's hat rather than Lucas' hat.  (I tend to hate the double S.)  But even then majority of the time I just go with the Lucas' hat.

So my answer to her was this: If he feels like a Luke to you then by all means call him that.  It's just a preference of mine and Hubby's to call him Lucas.  But we aren't opposed to Luke.  (I'm not throwing fits with his nickname as I do my own.)  Plus, I told her she gets special privileges since she's such a dear friend and thus an "Auntie" of his.

And when he's old enough to have his own preference between Lucas and Luke then he can do so.  I can't promise that he won't be picky like his Mama!

And this brings me to a few other thoughts.  First, when you're pregnant you tend to see a lot of other soon-to-be mom's and new mom's discuss in online forums about naming their baby.  There are always questions or concerns or stubborn opinions about having a name picked out before you actually meet your baby or waiting until they come into this world to give them their name.

My thoughts?  I've known my son since he was a little swimming turtle in my belly.  Once I knew he was a boy was the moment I knew he was my Lucas.  I may not have known that I would prefer his formal name to his nickname but that's why I chose to give him a name he can shorten if wanted.

Now by saying that I would be contradicting a friend of mine who feels the opposite, to what degree I'm not sure.  And I get so much inspiration from her blogs so I hope we can have this difference of opinion!  :)  You see, when she revealed her daughter's name on her blog she had made a point to mention how she doesn't like shortening names.  If she's planning on calling her child a nickname she would rather it just be their name.  You can read her post here.

So I feel differently about that.  Because if I had just initially named my son Luke then maybe I would have felt like I named him wrong.  Or maybe it would have felt right.  I really don't know.  But I'd rather have the option of a nickname, and for him to have that option as well.

So call him Luke.  Call him Lucas.  Just don't call him Lukey.  Trust me, I've tried to call him that in that cute baby voice but it just sounds like Loogie, and Hubby and Grandpa just cringe at the possible consequences of that when he gets older.  Hehe.

Stirring the Pot: Part One

So this post had some friends of mine question if they were in trouble with me or not.  And possibly question our friendship as well.

A very good friend of mine just sent me this image of our text conversation...

"For the record..." She wanted to make it clear to me that she didn't call me the wrong name, probably so she can earn brownie points!  And she made a point to tell me this past weekend that she has always called me Trisha. That's why you're a VERY GOOD friend!  Because you listened as I introduced myself to you way back in the day.  :)

And then she suggested that on a near future road trip that we will be going on with some other ladies, that she and I (the Insiders) should play a drinking game to have fun with this...  Unfortunately the other ladies do not read my blog (SHAME ON YOU!) so they likely have absotively no idea my feelings on my name.  AND one of them does in fact call me "Trish".  So the game: the Insiders are to drink every time they say my name as "Trish".  Hmm, how do I feel about that?

Stay tuned for Part Two.  And no, it won't be about my name!

Something I don't like (Pet Peeve)

The definition from Wikipedia:  A pet peeve (or pet hate) is a minor annoyance that an individual identifies as particularly annoying to him or her, to a greater degree than others may find it.

The reason I bring this up is because for my Photo a Day challenge from fat mum slim for April 17 is "Something I don't like".  And well, there are plenty of things I don't like.  But one thing in particular has been brought up recently, and well, really it lingers in the air all the time for me.  And because this post is about a Pet Peeve you can expect to hear me rant, so be forewarned.  However, I will try not to get heated!

Hi, my name is Patricia.  But you can call me Trisha.  

Trisha (or Tricia) is a derivative of the name Patricia, a "nickname" if you will.

Those are the ONLY two names I introduce myself as.  Don't think you know me well enough to call me anything else.  Particularly Pat or Trish.  This particular Pet Peeve is geared toward "Trish".  You see, the Trouble with Trisha, is that it further gets shortened to Trish.  I don't hear Pat that often because professionally I choose to go by my nickname, Trisha, just for that very reason.

So, as I was saying.  I don't like to be called Trish.  I never introduced myself to You as "Trish", so why are you calling me "Trish"??  Don't think you have the right to shorten my nickname any further because chances are you don't know me well enough to do so.  Even if you THINK you know me well enough.  My marrying into your family still does not give you special rights to call me that.  Nope, not at all.

Yeah, so part of that problem was that when Hubby and I started dating he introduced me to his family as "Trish" and being the great gal that I am and trying to impress the family I never corrected him or them.  Well, I've been doing a LOT of correcting lately.  I had that talk with Hubby way back to never introduce me as "Trish", but unfortunately the damage had been done and it stuck.  And whenever his family introduces me to yet more family or friends I again get introduced incorrectly.  So, as I've said, I've been doing a lot of correcting lately.  I've tried to make it clear to them now and I'm not afraid to do so.

Now, after having said all this, there is a very short list of those that I allow to call me "Trish", and that would be my family.  My family, as in my blood relatives.  They've known me all my life.  Again, not the in-laws.  And maybe, just maybe, some very close personal friends of mine.  The only other exception to this "rule" is a nickname I earned in high school from a teacher, who gave EVERYONE nicknames.  Usually it was just adding "Sue" after their name for the gals, but I was lucky I guess.  I had something to rhyme with my name.  Thus, I was called "Trish the Dish".  :)  That, and only that, is an acceptable use of the form "Trish".  It is flattering, so why not?  Thanks Coach Johnson!

Do you have a pet peeve?  Please share - I don't want to be in the wrong when it comes to you.  :)

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