Arctic Blast From The Past
March 6, 2006 by Douglas · Leave a Comment
Rewind back to August and September to a time shortly before Simon was born. We spent the day at the mall, looking at new bedding and “baby things”. We had previously decided that we would have a slight cowboy motif in his room, since I was opposed to safari, underwater and zoo themes. The set we really liked was more than slightly cowboy-ish, rather it could be known by no other name than “the Buckaroo Blanket” set. The name stuck and we eventually ended up buying the items.
I spent the rest of the time in the mall saying “Buckaroo!”, and “When’s little buckaroo going to come out?” (I was impatient). Sara asks the most important question of the day, the one I had been hoping SOMEONE would ask. “Can we go to Dairy Queen?”… YES!!! It is rather hot out, and I could use a good infusion of Dairy-Blizzard-Goodness.
So we arrive, order our treats and proceed to consume them. I ask another awesome question: “Is Simon going to have any nicknames?” The girls eyes lit up and they began to process the question. Megan started it off with “Buddy”, then Sara kicked in with “Fang” (I shit you not). I stated that I liked “Buckaroo”, but just because it was a silly word. Other names sprang forth like “Champ”, “Lil’ Douggy”, and “Sy-guy”. But I have to take it one level higher…
“If we buy him orange socks and a costume, we can call him ‘Duckaroo’”
“We can buy him Hotwheels and call him ‘Truckaroo’”
Sara’s head starts into third gear and starts naming other alliterative words “Luckaroo… Wuckaroo… hehehe, Yuckaroo!” K turns and says, “OK, that is enough.” and cuts me a glance that says, ‘YOU BETTER STOP IT’. I grin big and agree to be silent. Sara’s head is bobbing as she goes through the alphabet in her head… I sit patiently trying not to giggle audibly while snarfing more of my Snickers Blizzard. Under her breath I can hear her continuing, “Buckaroo, Cuckaroo, Duckaroo…” then finding one we had missed, says in a louder voice “Fuckaroo…”
K and I don’t make any faces or even look at her any differently, hoping hte word would be glossed over and she would move on, or just stop – since we had obviously lost interest. Sara the performer, with an ear for comedic timing, waits a few seconds, the shifts in her seat and announces rather loudly “FUCKAROO!” I get molten Snickers Blizzard all over the table and I shoot it out of my mouth laughing. K looks at Sara and commands her “THAT is enough!” but with a smile on her face she could not quell. “OK” Sara decided, grinning.
I can’t remember what I was going to say next, but I opened my mouth, and K shot me another “JUST SHUT IT!” face. I smiled and went back to wiping up the table – smiling like I just found five bucks. That was the best.
BTW, names we are currently using: Buddy, Champion, Sy-Guy, Buster, and of course Simon.
