Who's Your Daddy?

Since we decided to hang out in Florida until somebody around here launches a space shuttle, we have gotten to spend 24/ 7 with Ollie and Henry. It is wonderful! We love it and have a great time on this impromptu vacation.

But we have noticed something.

Jason calls me "Hill" {as most people do; go ahead- it's fine}. I call Jason "Jas" {because I'm a natural shorten-er}.

Ollie has picked up on this. Today he said, "Hill, could I please have some ice cream" and "Hill, WHEN IS THE SPACE SHUTTLE LAUNCH?" {I might have heard that last one 482 times. Maybe.}

I really, REALLY don't want to be one of those parents who is okay with their children calling them by their first name. Much less one who allows their kids to call them by their nickname. It all just seems so hippie-ish.

I'm pretty much a stickler for Mommy and Daddy.

If you must shorten {it's in their blood}, then Mom and Dad- which sounds too grown up.

I'm even a stickler for ma'am and sir.

"Yes ma'am, Hill" just doesn't sound right.

But here's my dilemma. As much as I don't want to be called "Hill" by my children, I ALSO don't want to be the grown woman who calls her husband, "Daddy".

There's just a certain eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww factor there.

Anyone else?

Those of you who have kids who can talk, have you gone there?

Any solutions?

I think I might have to do that {and I guess I do it a little bit now} in order for my kids to call Jason "Daddy" and vice versa. Oh my. I'm turning into a Duggar. I think there just needs to be a certain boundary.

But now that I think about it, I think my parents called each other Mom and Dad. Oh my. One more step towards this.

I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe wash MY mouth with hot sauce when I call my husband "Daddy". Something's gotta give.

In the mean time, we are just correcting as we go and laughing secretly at with Ollie. It's not the first time.

Here are some pics from our time hanging out at the beach. Then the pool. Then the beach. That's pretty much our routine. Yesterday we did go to the Brevard Zoo and it was awesome! We got to pet a giraffe! And the kids knew most of the animals from watching Diego. I told you there's nothing that bad with TV! They actually knew what a Tapir was!

Unfortunately, I completely forgot my camera for that complete photo op. UGH. Hate it when that happens! It was as hot as Africa, though, so we were sweating like banchees.

Oh, wait! I did find this picture from my phone. Helllllo there, Giraffe!

As of right now, we are set for a shuttle launch on Wednesday morning at 5:30 AM- which means we have to be on site at 12:30 AM. Oh yes. In the AM. And then we are going to drive back North to reality.

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