The Nuts

We are all nuts in my family and embrace it.
My oldest is my peanut. I think that is the most common nickname for a baby, and she was girlie and petite from the getgo. We heard, "she's such a little peanut" weekly. In reality she is in the 50th percentile for height and the 20th for weight, so she's pretty much your average size nine year old.

My son was 14 days late and born a beast. The little outfit I knitted for him to wear home was skin tight and never fit again. Our friends said we had a linebacker. I called him my walnut. Even though his genes caught up with him and he is now 50th in both height and weight, he is still so solid and tough he remains my walnut.

My baby was born 16 days late and even bigger than his older brother. At 9 and a half pounds he was at the top of the growth charts. I thought he'd be my brazilian nut, but by his first birthday, he had swung down the other end end of the chart. I don't worry because he is healthy, active and happy. He eats all day. When he is not sitting at the table, he is crying at the pantry door for more food. He scales counters and shelves rooting for anything to put in his mouth like a racoon. He will eat everything from raw veggies to sugar straight from the canister. Yet his pants constantly slide from his tiny bum. He is now two and a half and barely hanging onto the one percentile curve. I have had to rename the pinenut.

I was telling the pinenut about how I have three nuts, the peanut, the walnut and the pinenut. And he said "you are the almond". Oooo. Packed with goodness, slender, tan and exotic. How flattering!

My husband is not a nut. He's still Mr. Hilarious.