Because it was so warm outside today, we took Tuco to the park. Man, I can’t wait until spring and summer, when we can go there whenever we want. It’s been a couple months since we were there last, and it seemed like the park was a whole new world for Tuco. See how much he loved it? Also, check out all the teeth in this kid’s mouth. Ridiculous!
I’ve been light on the blog entries because things have been busy, and Tuco has been good. I just haven’t been able to come up with much that was blog worthy, but instead of letting this blog die like every other writing project I’ve ever started, I’ll keep it alive and post some pictures until the writer’s block clears. I know this is a lazy approach, but pictures of Tuco is more fun than a bunch of written malarkey, right?
Anyway, today’s pictures are from Tuco’s first bath in the bathtub without his baby bath. In other words, Tuco is sitting up in the bathtub by himself. He’s been sitting up in his baby bathtub for a while, but tonight was the first time he took a bath without it. This is a big deal. I mean, where once there was no room for a rubber ducky to float by, now there is a vast expanse (from Tuco’s perspective). He loved it.
I have to give props to the greatest friend in the world for giving me the greatest gift for Christmas. I’m a sucker for all things Tuco, especially cool-looking artsy gifts that I can hang in my home and enjoy every day. She said she got it from someone on Etsy. I give you the Blue Tuco:
And to get a better look at it close up:
I love the look on his face, the look of his striped t-shirt, and the fact that it says “Tuco” on it instead of his real name. It almost feels like it’s poster for a band called Tuco whose show I might have gone to when I was cool and 23 years old.
My friend is not the only one who knew that a gift with Tuco’s face on it would be instantly loved. I had personalized M&Ms made with Tuco’s face on them for his grandparents for Christmas. They were well received by Tuco’s Grandpa, Grandma, and Oma. I have a feeling these M&Ms won’t be eaten for a while.
We had a nice little outing to visit Santa Claus at our town’s Christmas walk. Tuco lasted a few seconds on Santa’s lap before bursting into tears. We lingered long enough to make sure we got a couple crying shots. You know, to capture the spirit of Christmas.
To cleanse the Santa palate, we wheeled Tuco to the other end of the festivities where we took a picture of him in front of the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile. As you can see, Tuco was thrilled.
The other day, my husband and I were reminiscing about the many nicknames Tuco has had in the short time he’s been with us. I am documenting them here, so we can remember these silly things forever. In the future, my husband and I will read this post and chuckle about a very special time in our lives. When Tuco reads this post, it will give him an idea about what kind of people his parents really are.
It’s not a reference to the Sleestaks from The Land of the Lost; it’s a reference to the sleep sack Tuco wore when he first came home. For some reason, my husband came up with this name after wrapping Tuco in his sleep sack, and we started using it. At one point, I walked a days-old Tuco around the house, cradling him in my arms and pretending to know what I was doing. Eventually, we ended up by the piano where I played him a song that went “Sleeslack, slee-ee-ee slack, I love my little sleeslack.” I sang it to the tune of the Yankee Bean song Elaine sang on Seinfeld. I think this name lasted about a month.
This is the nickname I am a little embarrassed about using for Tuco. Mostly because we are supposed to be adult parents by now. It’s a reference from a Mr. Show skit that adults really shouldn’t find funny, but we laugh anyway when we watch it. I’m sure you can guess why we came up with this one. It still gets used from time to time. Sorry, Tuco.
Here we are again with another nickname we probably shouldn’t have bestowed upon a newborn baby. Here’s the story behind it: In Tuco’s first few weeks of life, his top lip would peel every 4-5 days. When it did, it peeled in big pieces from the bottom of his lip up, which left loose pieces of skin attached at the top of his lip. When this happened, it looked to us as if he had a bunch of crooked front teeth (See picture). This was another short-lived nickname since it didn’t work once Tuco’s lip stopped peeling.
We all know how this name started, right? This is the nickname that stuck, but sometimes we make adjustments and invent other versions including Tookey (pronounced Two-key), Tooksberry Farms, Rookey Tookey Tembo (this evolved into just Tembo, which evolved into Tembie, a personal favorite of mine currently).
There you have it, the many nicknames of Tuco. Absurd as they are, these are our terms of endearment for our son. I’m not sure how we came to create so many–the only reason I can think of is a combination of our brains being exhausted and the fact that we love this kid so much. We can’t help but utter little pet names for him when we look at his sweet face. I wonder if other parents over-nickname their child like this.
So I finally started Tuco’s To Do List. You can read it here. It’s basically just a bunch of stuff I want to make sure Tuco experiences, and I expect the list to grow as I think of things. A lot of it is stuff I enjoyed as a kid, and some of it is stuff I wish I experienced earlier in my life. I haven’t included the obvious such as “support financially” and “guide through life.” I think that things like that are a given. The Tuco To Do List is merely a smattering of extras I hope Tuco will enjoy one day.