Nick names

At dinner last night, the following conversation took place at our table:
Parker:  Is that lady who sings really named Lady GaGa?
Brandon:  No, is your name really Lizzy Lu?
Parker: no, it's Parker Elizabeth
Brandon:  What is Lizzy Lu? A what?
Parker stared at him
Brandon:  It's a nick name like Mommy's name is not really Fred*, does she look like a Fred?
Parker:  (laughing) she looks like a Mommy who does a lot of laundry

*My husband rarely calls me Kelly unless he mad at me or we are with other people. He has an assorted list of pet names but the one that has stuck around the longest is Fred (Freddy).   It started many years ago when I used to ask him  "Ready to go Joe?"  and he would respond "Ready Freddy"   So now you know.

What unusual nick names do you have? 

I speak 3 year old fluently, do you?

Bath time conversation on Monday night
Grant:  Don't push that butt?
Me:  No sweetie, you will not like all the noise the button makes (referring to our jacuzzi tub)
Grant:  It sounds like funder?
Me:  Yes, it's very loud like thunder
a few minutes later ...
Grant:  is it my bedtime yet?
Me:  almost
Grant: is the sun sweeping?
Me:  not yet, but he's getting ready to go to bed
Grant:  okay

Some of my other favorite words he mis-says:
Seep = sweep  (btw little Mr. OCD loves to seep and mop!)
peet = feet
burdee = birdy
peas = please
cuse me = excuse me
May I pease be cused?  = May I please be excused? 
Bess you = Bless you
tight one = big hug (that's tight of course)

We're southern where manners matter!  I know one day he is no longer going to talk this way but right now we are enjoying it.  You may remember, he was a child of few words until he was 3.  We are very proud of how far he's come. 

I am so PROUD to be from Military family.

My Dad's headstone

His ashes are buried in Jacksonville National Cemetery, this past weekend my sister was able to go there and take this picture for me.  How appropriate it happened to be Memorial Day weekend.

My Grandpa (Mom's Dad) was a World War II Vet.  He stormed Normandy and survived.  We knew his brother died that fateful day and is buried there but we had no idea Grandpa was there too.   My Mom took my Grandpa to a traveling WWII exhibit and he told her he was there too.  He had never told any of us.  He was the strong silent type.   He only told me he loved me once but I never doubted it for one minute EVER!