Here goes: Canada's oldest Daddy blogger! Est. 2004. Now I don't know that to be true, and I don't mean old as in my age, but that might be true as well. So I'm the dinosaur of Canadian Daddy Bloggers. Toronto-based Canadian Daddy Blogger and Canadian Tax Consultant still trying to find the balance between work, family and life. Married 15-years, 3 awesome kids.
I came across an entertaining story this morning surrounding the Natural Environment Research Council’s decision to crowd-search for a name for its new £200m polar research vessel, set to head to Antarctica in 2019.
The leading name, thus far, with over 18,000 votes, is “RRS Boaty McBoatface.”
RRS, stands for Royal Research Ship.
As of right now, the name which comes in a distant second place, is “Henry Worsley” who was the well know British explorer who died in January 2016 near the end of his attempt to become the first person to cross the Antarctic unaided.
Unlike the National Hockey League (NHL) and it’s All-Star fan voting, the NERC gave themselves and out, by asking for suggestions for names, and clearly indicating that they would choose a name after discussions with an expert panel.
The NERC website, nameourship.nerc.ac.uk, is currently offline due to the amount of traffic it has received, and with the recent publicity, and its only going to get worse.
Suggestions can be sent via Twitter, up to April 16th, 2016, using the hashtag #NameOurShip
Other popular names from the website include; Sir David Attenborough, or names such as Polar Dream, Its Bloody Cold Here, What Iceberg, Captain Haddock, Big Shipinnit, Science!!! and Big Metal Floaty Thingy-thing.
All of this reminds me of a conversation that an 8-year-old Urban Daddy had with his Aunt who was expecting her second child. She asked me to give her a name suggestion for her child, and perplexed, I said; “Scooby Doo”.
She said, “You can call him/her Scooby Doo. I’ll likely go with another name.”
I m a stupid Idiot. My 4-year-old daughter Boo, just told me this after smacking me on my backside. I just have 2 questions… 1) How did she find out, and 2) What took her so long?!?
This is a recap of how it all came to be:
My daughter loves hiding! Loves it so much that when we announce that she should come out of hiding or there will be consequences (meaningful ones) she ignores it and stays in hiding and does so very quietly.
Her brother even helps her remain hidden, trying to throw us off the trail by announcing that he “swears” he has “no idea where she is.”
This morning instead of eating her breakfast, or helping me make their lunches and emptying the dishwasher, she hid. This time it only took me 5-minutes to track her down through her giggles, but instead of finding her and playing her game, I announced that she had until the count of 5 to come out of her hiding spot otherwise, there would be meaningful consequences, that her and her enabling brother would have to make the rest of her lunch or she would go to school without one.
Meaningful consequence, right?
But she stayed hidden behind the door in our bathroom.
I thought for about 10 seconds about leaning on the door and squishing her until she gave up her hiding spot, but I was annoyed and frustrated, so I reached around the door and yanked her out. Not being one of the boys she obviously did not appreciate this sudden end to her game and after protesting, she smacked me on the bum and said: “You’re a stupid idiot!”
I ignored her and was on my way back to the kitchen when she repeated it, a little less sure of herself, and with her mother looking her right in the eyes; “You’re a stupid idiot.”
Clearly my boys are teaching her all the good words, eh?
I walked into the kitchen and both boys looked at me open-eyed and silently.
I said to them as calm as I could; We don’t call people names because it is mean and we could hurt their feelings.”
They did not answer. They knew that for the first time in her little life, she crossed the line.
What took her so long? Is this what I can look forward to with girls?
What seems like ages ago, I participated in a round table discussion put on by TD Canada Trust, aimed at figuring out how the bank can better serve bloggers and the people who read blogs – or anyone who does not follow the traditional model of a bank customer.
It was at this session where I met the Multiple Mayhem Mamma. Sam was nice enough to chat with me about the industry and even gave me some tips to getting better known. As a result, I have become a big fan of hers and I try to read as much as I can, not only does Sam blog but she’s on TV and active on other blogs including Huffington Post Canada.
Recently Sam posted an article on hyphenated last name, and what happens when children with hyphenated names grow up and marry other children with hyphenated names.
The article is below, so go read it and comment here and there. Please.
1. Last names made up of 4 names will not fit on the back of sports jerseys. So that’s bad.
2. Start talking about this now if you are newly married.
3. Do what your wife wants. Happy wife equals happy life.
4. Try something off the charts, and as we did, if it’s a boy, he gets my last name and a girl gets my wife’s last name,
In that post I explain to my readership that I will be referring to my oldest son as “Linus” instead of the “Happy Boy”. Not because he’s not happy anymore, but because the similarities between him and the character Linus are striking.
Let’s take note:
Though young, Linus is unusually smart.
Everyone likes to think their child is smart, but we have had Linus tested and we know that he is unusually smart especially in mathematics and music. He does have very strong language skills (often using words like actually, & similar at the age of 2-years-old. He makes interesting connections, and has a fabulous memory. He hasn’t quoted philosophers or found the Great Pumpkin yet, but at the time of this comparison, he was just 3! Now that he’s 7, he’s doing just that (without the Great Pumpkin).
In addition, Linus is almost never without his blue blanket(s), which in our case, is striped. And we don’t let it out of the house, although, if we did, believe me, it would be with him everywhere. And like Linus’ blanket, Blankie has magical powers. If Linus falls and hurts himself, blankie makes the pain feel better. If he’s scared, Blankie makes him feel less so.
I let him read that post and he thought it was pretty cool, but he was not convinced. He also asked about “Stewie”.
So here is what I told him about his “little” brother, our second child, the one we used to call the weed because he was exceptionally long when he was born and continues to grow tall and long. We started calling him “Stewie”. Yes, him. While Stewie is one inch shorter than Linus right now, and wearing the same size clothing for a boy 22 months younger that Linus, we felt Stewie better fit his character.
Our Stewie is a character and a half. He’s stubborn, he’s tough and I swear he’s trying to kill us. He’s very on the ball, he’s very bright and has been known to mutter obscenities in a British accent. No. That last bit I made up. Our Stewie is always thinking.. Always plotting and like the character on the show, Family Guy, has a fondness for chatting to animals.
I mentioned numerous times in the past that I felt Stewie was trying to kill me – he was the cause of my herniated disk in my back and he arrives at my bed at night and just stands there… Staring at me. It’s kind of creepy, to be honest, but he’s determined to get what he wants even if he has to stand by my bed when I fall back to sleep after I’ve told him to go back to his room.
As for our youngest and only daughter, we called her “Berry” from birth, for reasons I think only family and friends understand, but changed her name to “Boo” after she was featured in the show at Disney this past summer.
So after all the explaining all this to him, I took to YouTube and showed Linus video about the Linus character on Peanuts and I watched as his serious face turned to a smile when he realized the similarities.
He turned to me and said; “When I start my own blog, I’m going to refer to myself as Linus too.”
Dodged a bullet.
Have any of you had issues with your kids and the names you chose for them on your blog or have you decided to use their real names?