Bacon Bits

I do most of my writing while sitting on my sofa.  On the opposite wall hangs a small oil painting I received on my fifth anniversary.  The painting is of a small child--a toddler, probably--at the nape of his mother's neck.   I love this painting.  Love it.

So much of my writing is about young children and mothers, because that's where I am in life.  Young (or not so young) mothers and very young children fill my mornings and days.  I love this time of life.

I think most Bacon families refer to their little ones as Bits.  It's cute, right?  When our children were hypothetical, we referred to them as the Bits too.  Then we got pregnant, and each child earned her own little nickname, and now they each have several. 

Here, though, I don't want to use new nicknames, even cutesy ones referring to other portions of the swine.  Neither one is a ham.  My husband would be, what?  The spare rib?  (Get it?  I sometimes think I'm hilarious, you know.)  Maybe a subsequent baby could be the rump instead of caboose, but nothing else really fits.

For now, since I love numbers, I'll refer to my family by birthdate, 2008 and 2010 for the girls and 1977 for my spouse.  I can't really preserve my own anonymity here, but since you asked, I was born in 1975.