Why I named my #son Tucker

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @JenSquard

I have only known a few Tuckers in my life.  The first was my high school best friend's little brother, and the other was one of my favorite people ever.  My friend's brother was a funny little squirt - quirky, sweet, and compassionate, even as a tiny kid.  I loved watching him grow up - he always said the awesomest things, and I will always have a soft spot for him.

The other Tucker is just the best - as he has shown.  Yep, Big Tucker is none other than TNTML's own @TGumb (Coordin8d Drunk).  Tucker has been awesome since the day we met in high school.  He was a typical boy, but he was also super sweet.  We had so much fun together, from golfing class (yeah, it's a real thing apparently) to the dance we went to together (we looked hot as hell, pictures will come soon).  And even though there was tons of chemistry between us, Tucker never pressured me into a relationship, which makes our relationship today totally possible and amazing.  He has always been kind, slow to judge, hilarious and beyond fun.  I know he would do just about anything for me (last time we went out he order a drink for me saying "A long island iced tea for the lady, please"), but will also never bend from who he is.  He is everything I would want in a friend, a brother and a son (didn't know this was going to turn into a love letter to one of my besties, but I'll roll with it). When I chose the name, people said "but don't you know what the rhymes with?"  I totally didn't!  I never once thought about that!  I was in high shcool with a Tucker, and never thought about it.  So I guess if you don't act like a fucker people won't associate it, huh?

When we found out we were having a boy, the only named I wanted or even considered was Tucker.  I know a name doesn't make a person, but it really kind of does.  And I was right on with it - My Tucker is sweet, caring, loves his little sister more than anything, and melts your heart with his crooked smile.  And apparently Tucker means food in Australia, which is fitting since he is a tank of a child.  Literally, he was 10 1/2 pounds a birth.  Even though he is only 2, I know that have the perfect name will help him on the right path of being a great guy. 

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My Grandma = #Insane in the membrane

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @JenSquard

Oh, man, this takes me right back to my youth!  My grandma tends to be a little cuckoo for cocoa puffs.  When my sister and I were kids she used to send sweatsuits that she decorated for us.  The elaborate designs were some kind of strange cloth picture that she would outline and "paint" with that super thick fabric paint, and usually the kind with sparkles.  We got tigers, big flowers, Disney characters, pretty much everything you could think of.  We thought they were terrible, but it's your grandma, what can you do?

Now that I have kids of my own, grandma sends all kinds of stuff.  She likes to send things with the price tag on it - so like a dollarstore necklace with a tag that has a suggested retail price of $20.  And lookey lookey what she sent this time!  A reprisal of an old classic!  Hahaha!  SOOOOOO good.  So so good.  Thanks for the goodies, Grandma!  You crack me up!

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