Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Scrug

With as many nicknames as are used around our house, it’s amazing our children know their actual given names. Most of them come from their dad’s imagination and he uses them help fulfill his ever-present need to tease. The three of them together are known as his “Kiddy Kats” and Jon offers kitty kisses on a regular basis. Having endured them a time or two in the past, the offers are usually met with a squeal and a bolt in the opposite direction.

Alyssa (also known as Pants, Marissa Hose, Teresa Nose) was dubbed “Mouse” by her dad at a very young age. It was a suitable name due to her tiny stature and quiet personality. I seldom use it, however, as it always seems an intrusion on their father-daughter bond.

When Natalie was born, she was (won’t be for long) smaller than Mouse and thus became “Bug.” Variations such as Natabug and Natascrug evolved over time. Eventually the first half was dropped and “Scrug” was here to stay. It’s the perfect name for our spunky, mind-of-her-own, never-a-dull-moment little girl.

A few Sundays ago, I sat listening to a Sacrament meeting talk when Natalie asked me for a tissue. I was startled by a large black smear that covered her face from the middle of her nose to the tip of her chin. It looked as if she’d attempted to draw a goatee with a black marker. Embarrassed and stunned, I quickly escorted her out of the chapel. She had been coloring on a wipe-off book and I was worried that the pen had leaked all over her and our pew.

To my relief, the ink came off her face easily. As I cleaned her up, I notice her tongue was completely black as well. “Did you put that pen in your mouth?!” She was adamant that she didn’t and insisted that there wasn’t any on the pew either. Once we returned to our seat, it was obvious what had happened and how the ink was spread to her face.

She didn’t have a tissue to erase the wipe-off marker, so what better instrument than her tongue to do the job? Such a Scruggy thing to do!


Scrug recently learned how to cross her eyes. She and her sister both have that freakish Hatch gene that allows them move one eye back and forth while the other remains crossed. They love creeping me out at the dinner table.

A Scrug only a mother could love!

9 comments:

Lucy said...

The eye-crossing thing is a great party trick:)

So funny. I didn't know all of these nick-names. It's fun to know the reasons behind the evolution.

Go-scrug!

Erin said...

Oh man, I haven't laughed that hard in awhile. Thanks!

Jen Childers said...

I don't know...she's a pretty cute and adorable little thing, whatever you call her! Too funny about the marker.
Love the cross eye!:)

Granny said...

Okay my stomach aches from the near convulsive laughter. I can readily picture each one of those antics.

Gotta love that kid!!!!!

Chad said...

Too dang funny! What a cute little scrug bug!

Camille said...

That is really funny, thanks for the laugh. That cross eyed thing is nuts!

B.Bird said...

My daughter Corinne can do the same things with her eyes but I don't know where she got it from. I can't do it and Rone can't even cross his eyes. But it is very freaky and the first time she did it, I was worried that something was wrong.

Sara said...

What a cute story, I can just picture her licking the book clean. It's about time you posted something, I've been checking regularly:)

Amy Jones said...

Ooooohhhhh! The eye!!!! Freakish is right...but quite adorable on your little girl. Go figure.