Not quite two weeks ago, it was one of those afternoons where Bennett had fallen asleep for a nap and I was furiously trying to accomplish all of the tasks that are the most difficult to do when I only have 1) half a brain or 2) just one hand. Those still, quiet moments are few and far between and therefore must be handled with care.
Enter Brian.
My husband always has some kind of soundtrack or conversation playing in his mind. Consequently, Brian does not have the ability to sense stillness or “hear” the peace and quiet.
Nope.
Popping in for a quick lunch break, in his loud, clunky boots, he proceeded to yell for me, loudly opening and closing doors (including the nursery door) trying to find me. If you’ve ever been to our tiny home, it’s kinda funny that I could be so hard to find. Regardless, Bennett was awake within minutes and my chores were left undone.
That evening I explained to Brian that he was like a rhinoceros barreling through the house and had therefore earned the nickname Rhino Spears. Amused, Brian suggested that I just call him Brhino. As my eyes twinkled with delight at his cleverly coined nickname, Brian Brhino instantly regretted opening his mouth.
Brian, “Don’t call me Brhino.”
Me, “You JUST told me to call you Brhino!”
Brian, “I don’t want to be called Brhino.”
Me, “I’ll stop calling you Brhino when you stop being so loud.”
Brian, “It hurts my feelings.”
Me, “But you’re the one who came up with it!”
Brian, “How would you like it if I…?”
Me, “YOU’RE the one who gave ME the nickname Square Piece!”
(Trust me, at that time, Square Piece was not a compliment.)
Brian, “But I don’t want my own blog about how loud I am!”
Back and forth we went.
Listen, I don’t want to tiptoe around Bennett. But Brian even exaggerates his sneezes! I LITERALLY see the nursery monitor light up when Brhino sneezes in another room. I suppose that this is just another one of those husband and wife differences. But, for the record, differences are much less frustrating when you’ve got a fun nickname to throw around.
The only other nickname Brian’s ever given me is Donna. Thanks, Momma. š
That is how I feel when people ring my door bell. I think “our house is small just knock. I will hear you. Give me a min to get to the door because I am prob setting up a baby gate or putting a little one down. I have concidered throwing water balloons at thw sales people that keep ringing and ringing my door bell. I just open the door for fear that they will wake my kid up. Once they did. So I came to door with freshly screaming child. Upon opening the door they tried to be cute and say look like you have your hands full. I said as non sarcasticly as I could, ” well untill a door bell woke him up I was just relaxing. He proceeded to start his sales pitch. I said you know this is not a good time, child still screaming. Then he said can I come back later. My eyes were about to bulge out of my head. But then I got creative. I said “sure jnock four times and I will know it is you. Please dont ring the door bell.
Charley’s sneezes could blow a hole in the floor …
I bet Caitlin will have this very same conversation with Joey one day. š
I think it’s an adorable nickname and can’t figure out why Brian does not like. Tell him it is too cute.
Message was passed along. He says he doesn’t like it ’cause it’s “not true.” Pffff.
Well, in the Cullumber household we had a saying, “If you wake him, you take him!”
Brhino…I think its adorable. But I won’t be calling him that…I will leave that to you š
BAH HA HA HA HA!