...in the eyes of a child. Momentarily.
My first name is fairly common, but my mother had a late-seventies moment (as in the 1970's) and replaced an "i" with a "y" and well - the rest is history. A history riddled with tears on vacations because I couldn't get a license plate for my Strawberry Shortcake bike...or barrettes for my hair...not even a pencil with my misspelled "y" for an "i" name.
Damn. Life was tough. Thankyouverymuch, Mother.
My own life experience is probably the sole reason why I am a fervent believer that gifts should be personalized. Because you just can...
Recently I've started bestowing the ever growing number of minis in my life books from Frecklebox.
What is more fun than an entire birthday book with your name spelled out on cakes every other page or a coloring book complete with fire engines and your name in big letters? The seven year-old in me says, "Nothing better.."
Preview the Birthday Book here.
Preview the Rev It Up coloring book here.
Preview the My Name is Book here.
They have a good selection and even a book for new big brothers and sisters. My guess is if the book has their name in it - it will lessen the blow of a new baby. Good idea.
Which would have been nice to have when my parents told me about the best Christmas present ever...my younger brother born December 27.
Mmmm. Not quite. See I was thinking more along the lines of the Strawberry Shortcake bake shoppe shaped like a strawberry.
And to add insult to injury - his name is totally normal and afforded him all of the personalized tchotchkes imaginable.
It's a miracle that I'm not more medicated...
More at 11.
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