just call me seven

In Which I Instate Nicknames and Pontificate For Awhile.
25 November 2007, 10:50 pm
Filed under: I Like to Flap My Gums, This Is My Family

My father: Dad (genius, I know.)

My mother: Mom (I just keep getting more creative.)

My oldest younger brother:
The Married One (which I’ll have to change in the event that someone else gets married.)

The Married One’s wife:
The BFF (because she’s mine.)

My middle younger brother: The Tall One (If I need to explain this one, you are dumb. And I’m allowed to say that, because this is my blog. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.)

My youngest younger brother: The Croodler (This is sort of a long explanation; bear with me. So, when a good friend of mine and I were highschoolers at church, we had a long standing joke that when we got married, we were going to do a lot of “croodling.” This was simply “cuddling” with a little “canoodling” thrown in for good measure, though I’m pretty sure we didn’t think about it that hard at the time. We would use the word all the time, because it was funny: “We’re cold, so we’re croodling.” “I’m sad, will you croodle with me?” Anyway, to get to the point, the youngest younger brother of mine is especially cuddly, thus the nickname.)

Update~ The Croodler’s Quasi-Girlfriend: The Quas. Because I can’t think of anything clever.

Pippy (She’s been called that off and on, along with a host of other things, for years. She’s the youngest child, so she had six people making up nicknames for her instead of just one or two. Which is nice, because it’ll take all of us pooling our resources to pay for her therapy when she’s older.) Update: She’s now Smalls, because I like it better.

That said, on to the real stuff.

my family
(We all look terrible because it was so bright… we don’t normally look this squinty and mildly handicapped, honestly)
(Left to right: The BFF, The Married One, The Tall One, Dad, Me, Pippy, The Croodler, Mom.)
(Note: The Tall One isn’t as tall as he looks… Neither am I. The Tall One, The Croodler and I are all standing on the front stoop, and everyone else is gettin’ their feet wet on our swamp of a lawn. Suckers.)
(Stoop is a funny word. I like it with more O’s though: Stoooooop.)

Saying goodbye is pretty much the worst thing ever. Today after church my brothers and sister-in-law went home (The Tall One to Portland; Dandy & The BFF to Eugene)… Crying issued in copious amounts from The BFF and me, with a little (I think) thrown in from Mom. Pippy looked as if she thought I was silly for crying, though Heaven knows she’s seen me do it enough that she should be used to it by now. She’ll find out soon enough what it’s like to cry about nothing, though (she’s almost 13… you can almost smell the hormones growing), and then she’ll understand crying about something. The Croodler just held me and offered to drive home from the restaurant… that boy is going to make some chick wonderfully, disgustingly happy someday.

I wish that families still stayed close to home. I think it’s really sad that so many families live across the country from each other… My immediate family lives in Oregon, and all of our relatives live in Michigan. I haven’t had a big family Christmas since I was two, which means I have no idea what they’re like. And I think that’s unfortunate. I think it also was a contributing factor in the emotional trauma that The Married One’s marriage created… things are good now, but I think they were tense back then because he was the first in our family to get married, or even have a girlfriend; he was the first in our circle of friends to get married, or even have a serious girlfriend; she was the first in her family to get married and we’d had no up-close and personal experiences watching cousins/uncles/aunts/what-have-you get married. Christmas was really weird the first year they were together, because it wasn’t just the seven of us on Christmas morning. It felt like our family was being invaded.

Please, don’t think that I wish The Married One and The BFF didn’t get married; not at all. I love that they’re married, and I’m happy for them. I don’t REALLY feel like our family was invaded– in fact, The BFF belongs in this family so much, it’s not even funny. Even her birthday fits in with all of ours (*long story ahead* we have a weird thing… we have a January, a March, an April, a July, a September and two Novembers. We also have a 9, 16, 18, 19, 20 and 22. We always said that the Pippy should have been born in May instead of April, so that we could have a birthday every other month, and that the day should have been the 17th instead of the 22nd, so that the numbers would be in sequence. So guess what The BFF’s birthday is? [drumroll please…] May 17th. *end of long story*). So she’s completely one of us, and she would have been even if her birthday didn’t magically fit into our bizarre coincidental sequence.

That’s not my point. My point is that I have a suspicion that if we were surrounded by the family that lives so far away, observing all the dating and marrying and adding to the family, it wouldn’t have been so weird when it happened to us. We have 26 cousins, not including the 5 of us, and at least half of them are married right now and have been for awhile, so we would have had plenty of observation fodder. And I think it wouldn’t have caught me off guard so much to have a change at Christmas if Christmas had always involved change, instead of just being only us doing the same thing every year for 20 years. I love the things we do every year, and I love that Christmas was always peaceful, but a little corner in the back of my mind wonders if it would have been better to have a little chaos to keep us from being so wrapped up in our own little thing we did every year that having someone new threw a wrench in the works. Because what are holidays about, other than family, and laughter, and reaching out to people, and loving the people around you, no matter who they are? I’m being preachy, but it’s the truth.

This Thanksgiving, we had 3 families and 2 individuals over for Thanksgiving who either didn’t have anyone or couldn’t be with their own families… it was really loud. We had four big tables full of people, and we used most of the silverware that we own, and when everyone was first getting there I thought I might go crazy with all the people running around, but you know what? It was a lot of fun. We had lunch at 1:00, and we still had people around at 7:30, just talking to each other. How cool is that? I wish that I could have had a chance to experience this every year, instead of having to wait until now, when I’m 25. And you know something else? I am going to do my darnedest to stay in the area when I’m married and have kids, because family is important, and it’s hard to be good family when you’re far away.


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