Back to Nana and Frog.

How on earth did we get a Nana and Frog in the family?  Who are they and where did their names come from?  Well I will tell you, but first, have you ever noticed how annoying it is when someone starts talking about one thing and then gets sidetracked?  They start going on and on about a random subject and never get back to the main point.  Well that's not going to happen here?  


Have you ever seen a squirrel going through the woods, they always look like they know what they're doing but if you watch long enough you get the idea that they are really clueless.  Wandering around until they stumble upon what they are looking for.  You think if they could just focus for a minute they might accomplish something.  Oh well, where was I?  Oh, yes getting sidetracked...no wait it was Nana and Frog.


There are many stories about the Genesis of these names in the family, and I have no intention of getting into endless disputes.  I will tell my version, and any family member that would like to dispute the facts can write their own stinkin' blog!  Ha, Ha!  OK, so that was a little over the top, sorry.  


So the whole Nana thing goes back to when my mom first became a Grandmother.  She hated the name Grand mom, Grandmother, Granny, and any other reference that made her feel old.  Unfortunately the title Granny Judy had begun to stick and she really didn't like this.  Mema was taken and there didn't seem to be anything that suited her.


Secretly, I think she was hoping for some sort of cute non-grandmotherly nick name that one of the kids might cling to, like Gaga, or Mamaw, or something unintelligible that sounded cute and defied all spelling rules.   No such luck, she just never got so labelled.


Finally frustrated, she decided to take matters into her own hands and pursue a nickname that met her criteria and that she could retrain the kids to call her.  Unfortunately this search wasn't going so hot either, and frustration was building.  


OK, I am really freaking out here, I just looked over my computer and into the kitchen.  My 15 year old son has emptied out the fridge...no surprise in and of itself...but he did it so he could clean it.  Either he is in deep trouble, or the fridge had gotten so gross that he had to clean it.  Now I am going to bask in the moment...............bask........Ahh.


More on that later...


So we are visiting the grandparents and my youngest son, who was around 5 at the time, comes into the kitchen with the desire for a banana.  There was a mild explosion where fate met frustration and poor verbal skills collided with hearing loss to give birth to Nana.


For those of you in Rio Linda (as Rush would say) I will explain...Isaac innocently asked for a banana, and it came out nana.  Nana heard it as though he called her by that name and she moved strategically to put an end forever to "Granny Judy."  Of course, my oldest kids, who had grown quite accustomed to "Granny Judy" have never quite let it go.


That's my story and I'm sticking to it.  See the comments below after my Mom reads this for the various corrections and grammatical errors that will be pointed out.


More on the Frog in my next blog...Hehe, I am such a poetical genius, and humble too.