For the past week and a half or so, my sweet little Bug has been walking around the house saying, “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky…”
It’s really adorable, especially since she emphasizes each syllable the same, so it’s more like BU-CKY over and over. Since we are in the middle of a language and vocabulary explosion, I didn’t think much of the new “word” at first.
Then it started to bother me. She wasn’t pointing at anything when she said it. It wasn’t at meal time, or nap time… there was nothing to help me distinguish WHAT IN THE WORLD “Bucky” was. Or who Bucky was.
Books? Was my final answer, but it still seemed odd that she wasn’t holding a book, or reading a book when she said it.
Two nights ago, it dawned on me.
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky” was my little Bug’s way of repeating a nickname I didn’t even realize I had bestowed on her! She was saying, “Buggy, Buggy, Buggy”! I write about my little Bug here as Bug, and it never hit me how much I call her Bug/Buggy in real life!
So the Bucky mystery is solved. It’s not actually Bucky… it’s Buggy. My #1 little girl!