Crazy Uncle Skeetie

You need to know the origin of her name "Skeets." It all started when Beatrice was 3 months old. The poor child was a little 'gordita' from drinking breast milk non-stop. In addition to being told I had great "birthing hips" (read: fat ass), I was also informed I had "high-caloric milk" (read: straight cream). This made for a very health, chubby, cherubic, baby. George also noted on numerous occassions that her breath always smelled like buttered-popcorn after a session at the teat. In sum, Bea had triple chins; quadruple inner thigh rolls; and two stomachs. It was very cute at the time.

Anyway, believing I had the most beautiful baby to ever grace this earth, I thought I'd take her to the Wal-Mart portrait studio (yeeeech - ebola studio - covered in slimy, snotty germs) to have her portrait taken. Upon arrival I was convinced she put every baby to shame and paraded her around in front of the other mothers feeling quite superior. Bea was dressed in an adorable little Santa dress, hat and booties. (ok, ok I was a stay at home mom at that point and thought it was a really, really cuuuute idea to dress Bea like a mini-Santa and get a 300 picture package...clearly I needed adult interaction and a dry martini, triple olives.) At any rate, she got her portraits taken and behaved like the little angel that she truly is.

Then the pictures arrived. Here's what we received:

George took one look and hit the nail on the head: "She looks like Crazy Uncle Skeetie sittin' on the porch drinking Moonshine." (Uncle Skeetie is entirely fictional - picture Deliverance type). We both cracked up and couldn't stop laughing. Crazy Uncle Skeetie evolved into Skeetie. Once she started crawling and moving non-stop it evolved into Power Skeet. If she's particularly crazy, we look at each and scream "Power to the Skeet x 3!!!" Yup, we are nuts, but happy. So she has a multitude of nickname derivatives from Crazy Uncle Skeetie:

Skeetie
Skeets
Chowder Keet
Chowdie and/or Keets
Par Skeet (said in George's best southern drawl)
Keetie (sometimes pronounced Kitty)

She responds to all of them. But if she's particularly whiny, her name is: Squealtrice.

So, when reading these blogs, that's who I'm talking about. The one, the only, Skeetie.

(She can be dead serious too:

Every day is a BEA-utiful day since 8/17/05.