My boy has been a teething machine this weekend and has been chomping on absolutely everything he can get his chunky little dimply hands on. One of his go-to teethers is the gnome that lives on a shelf on the TV console in my living room. Yep. A gnome.
You’ve heard of the crazy cat lady? I’m her, only sub in gnomes for cats.
Anywho, whilst Des got really drooly and up close and personal with this gnome, I realized the poor thing is nameless. How did he slip through the cracks without receiving a name? I don’t gnome.
All my other gnomes have names. There’s David. He is my number one. This guy was adopted from a Stop and Shop on a whim while my roommate Sarah and I did some food shopping. It was love at first sight and he became a mascot of sorts and often accompanied us to our local watering holes. And why yes, he DOES have his own Facebook page since I’m positive you were wondering. You’ll notice I have to support him in this picture. Poor guy lost a limb in a bad drunken fall, and then he lost the plastic knife that served as his sub-in limb. Even with this luck, he’s still standing. With help.
Then there’s Clarence, named after the Angel-in-Training in only the best Christmas movie of all time, It’s a Wonderful Life. I love this character so much that I had to name someone after him and since I couldn’t do that to a poor future child, a gnome received the honor instead. Clarence is a tiny little thing who brings luck. He even got packed in the hospital bag when I had Desmond. See? Told ya. Me = Crazy gnome lady.
What do they write in the High School yearbook for the kids who didn’t get their pictures in? Camera Shy? I do have one camera shy gnome, Oswald, not pictured here. This sweet guy dubbed the “Home Grown Gnome” was also a gift (Hey Linds!) but sadly he is still in an unpacked box from our move. This is sad for two reasons: First, because he’s been living in solitary confinement in a dark box somewhere while all his buddies are out on display and second, because there are still boxes that haven’t been unpacked and we moved about nine months ago.
And finally, there’s this guy. This sweet gnome-turned-teether never complains when a seven month old bites all over his red hat.
He deserves a name. Any ideas???