You see, I have a sister who, if we looked at genetics is really my mom's niece, but she grew up with us and has been a part of our immediate family for years. So when this sister of mine had her first child, Bex, almost five years ago, Grandma and Grandpa and Nana and Papa had all been taken by other grand-parental figures. Ergo we had to come up with something new that Bex could use for my parents.
|Vogue worthy Bex.|
Call me crazy, but I have a Grandma and a Nana, and they were my Grandma and my Nana for years. Then all of a sudden some younger cousins were born, and now we've thrown Oma and Grandma into the mix. I'm sorry, but you can't call my Grandma, Oma. Who is Oma? And now all of a sudden Nana is Grandma? I found it all very unsettling. So you can see why the push is on to settle on a name for the kids to use for my dad. This is important stuff discussed over Sunday dinners, right after we finish with the state of the European economy.
|Bex and Deanie.|
So what else did she start repeating? JG's use of Deanie to address my dad. Yes, this is the tough guy who wanted to be called Boss, instead being called Deanie by his tiny, blonde, four year old granddaughter. What makes it even better? Bex's brother, Cole, who is two, has started using it as well. As in "Deanie play 'ockey?" (we're working on "h" sounds).
|My sister, making me jealous long distance.|