Happy, happy birthday to my sweet Rony Pony Baby!!!
I started this blog when my baby was almost one year old, mostly to blog our suppers. I later revived it to blog about my garden, crafts (yes, I used to do crafts!) and – what else – more, more, more about the exploits of the Rony Pony baby and, soon enough, her little chicky brother.
Why “Rony Pony?” People ask because it’s a stupid and unmemorable web address, easily misspelled that has nothing to do with the theme or purpose of this blog. (I did invest in a better address in case I ever feel like migrating)
Anyway – here’s the answer: It’s sort of a babytalk diminutive of ROLY-POLY. You did ask, right? Or at least, you read this far down the page. (Spell-check just stopped me from spelling it diminuitive, though that’s the way I’ve always pronounced it. Can it be true???)
The truth is, I give ALL my babies nicknames – it was basically the first thing I did on meeting each of them in turn. YM became “pookie-loo”; EC is “boobah”; Naomi Rivka was “rony pony,” and later “choochie” and Gavriel Zev is “chicken pie.”
The nicknames change and morph freely. Naomi’s was “rony pony”, which changed to chooch-a-pony, and now I mostly call her “choochie.” Sometimes, I call her “pone-pone.” Elisheva started out as “Elisheva-beva-boo-roo,” but it later got shortened.
When Gavriel Zev was born, I actually had “nickname block” for the first time EVER. I looked at him and he just had no name; no nickname came to me. Maybe it was so hard finding his real name that I didn’t have any extra energy for a nickname. So I just called him “boychick,” until, gradually (as he grew on me a bit, perhaps), the words switched and I found myself calling him “chickie-boy” and then – suddenly! one day! out of the blue! - “chicken pie.” I sang it to him in a song; I even sometimes call him “chickeny-pie-pie.” Yes, I’m blushing.
Do I ever call my kids by their actual names??? You bet… but mostly when I’m mad! Do I call anyone else by nicknames? No, and I have never wanted or used one myself.
Although I do distinctly remember calling my sister Sara “Sebbie-fish” for a while. I stopped because it really wasn’t fair to my other sister, Abigail, who had no nickname. I tried calling her “Ebbie-fish” for a while, but that for sure didn’t stick. So I dropped both.
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