What's your name again?
Big Daddy and I have this wonderful middle child who probably fits the middle child mold to a tee. Trent is sweet, endearing, smooth and... well... loud. I don't think he even knows how loud he really is. He even whispers loud. I could ask him a million different ways to be quiet and it always only lasts for about 30 seconds. Even just his general talking is loud. It's who he is to be quite honest with you. He has loud hair, a loud smile, a loud personality. Why not a loud voice?Trent is a little over-zealous to say the least. He is out there.
Now, to round out the picture Trent also rarely likes to go by the name of Trent. We have had various names. The one that stuck around the longest and reappears from time to time is Waffle. Yes, our child for quite some time preferred to be referred to as Waffle. Yes. The breakfast food of his choice. Waffle. So much that when he met his preschool teacher for the first time and she asked him what his name was his reply was "Waffle". It sounds out there and it is, we know that. But some days you just choose your battles and to be frank with you if calling my kid Waffle will get him to wipe his own ass, put his socks on and get in the van when I need him to without beating on his brother. Waffle it is.
This past weekend Big Daddy had to work all weekend doing some computer upgrade thingamajigger, I think there was tweaking and systems analysis, trial somethingorothers and an Imported Computer Geek(ICG) to boot. So, he was at the office all weekend with the ICG. I on the other hand was on weekend duty by myself.
Big Daddy and I chose to book many activities and sports on the weekends in the high hopes that between the two of us we'd be able to get the kids to most of it and in some very specific occasions to not have Addie in tow. She's at that age where she doesn't understand that she can't be in the water at swimming lessons or lay on the mold, wet hair, dirt ridden floor of the change room while I try to get two boys out of wet trunks into semi dry clothes that are now wet, dirt and wet hair ridden from her throwing them on the floor.
Ok, I'll admit at times three children is a little overwhelming. As a dear friend of mine says sometimes Mom's cheese slips right off her cracker. But alas Big Daddy and ICG had "work" to do. Riiiight. If you call Internet porn work *eye roll* I am sure ICG had a new slew to share.
So there I am at Joseph's soccer game with all the kids by myself. It's bad when they outnumber you in sums more than double yourself. Joseph is on the soccer field, Trent is off playing with some other unlucky tagged along younger siblings (don't worry he's loud enough I can hear him from where I was sitting) and Addie is in her stroller. She can't run away and fall down stairs that way. She is nibbling on snacks and sipping on her water as I try to get in a few odd claps and actually watch Joseph kick the ball a few times. After the hour long game we are packing up to go and Trent is standing beside me talking to Joseph and this kid walks by and taps Trent on the arm and says "See you later, Venom"
Hmm, Venom, Waffle... Trent... it's all the same right?
Now, to round out the picture Trent also rarely likes to go by the name of Trent. We have had various names. The one that stuck around the longest and reappears from time to time is Waffle. Yes, our child for quite some time preferred to be referred to as Waffle. Yes. The breakfast food of his choice. Waffle. So much that when he met his preschool teacher for the first time and she asked him what his name was his reply was "Waffle". It sounds out there and it is, we know that. But some days you just choose your battles and to be frank with you if calling my kid Waffle will get him to wipe his own ass, put his socks on and get in the van when I need him to without beating on his brother. Waffle it is.
This past weekend Big Daddy had to work all weekend doing some computer upgrade thingamajigger, I think there was tweaking and systems analysis, trial somethingorothers and an Imported Computer Geek(ICG) to boot. So, he was at the office all weekend with the ICG. I on the other hand was on weekend duty by myself.
Big Daddy and I chose to book many activities and sports on the weekends in the high hopes that between the two of us we'd be able to get the kids to most of it and in some very specific occasions to not have Addie in tow. She's at that age where she doesn't understand that she can't be in the water at swimming lessons or lay on the mold, wet hair, dirt ridden floor of the change room while I try to get two boys out of wet trunks into semi dry clothes that are now wet, dirt and wet hair ridden from her throwing them on the floor.
Ok, I'll admit at times three children is a little overwhelming. As a dear friend of mine says sometimes Mom's cheese slips right off her cracker. But alas Big Daddy and ICG had "work" to do. Riiiight. If you call Internet porn work *eye roll* I am sure ICG had a new slew to share.
So there I am at Joseph's soccer game with all the kids by myself. It's bad when they outnumber you in sums more than double yourself. Joseph is on the soccer field, Trent is off playing with some other unlucky tagged along younger siblings (don't worry he's loud enough I can hear him from where I was sitting) and Addie is in her stroller. She can't run away and fall down stairs that way. She is nibbling on snacks and sipping on her water as I try to get in a few odd claps and actually watch Joseph kick the ball a few times. After the hour long game we are packing up to go and Trent is standing beside me talking to Joseph and this kid walks by and taps Trent on the arm and says "See you later, Venom"
Hmm, Venom, Waffle... Trent... it's all the same right?
Labels: Oh Trenter
posted by Jessica @ 9:14 PM
2 Comments:
At 11:11 PM ,
Shar-Lee said...
LOL, love it! I too have a middle child who is also quite loud. He likes to be addressed properly, which isn't always easy because he's always acting out some scene from some starwars movie, I don't know which one because they're all the same to me, so I never know which character he's being. I usually go the safe route and refer to him as luke or hans solo. His new thing is to try and sneak up on me to scare me, which never works because he's so loud.
At 1:01 AM ,
Merri said...
So Venom huh? He doesn't look like venom but I will trust your mothering instincts that he might be. ;) Ads, what a beautiful babe. Of course, I am nodding in agreement...girls & phones, yikes! It begins early. LOL Joseph is adorable sweet and charming. How is the J O B? Thanks for the smiles and giggles.
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