Los Churros and Rosa: The Birth of Nicknames
This is Rêve.
She is 6-1/2 months and, as her name suggests, a dream.
Her birth coincided with my arrival back into New York City. Her parents, special longtime friends of mine (and the kind and encouraging benefactors for my second couch of residence) had also arrived a few months earlier from London. Rêve is much loved, cherished and squeezed by her sleep-deprived parents…and of course me. I have become Auntie Rosa. The honorary family member that resides at the other end of the loft who hugs, plays, forces her to nap in the stroller, puts clothes on backwards and inside out, tortures her with long diaper changing, might over feed the rice cereal mixed with mum’s homemade pear puree a bit too much (oops), and gives hardworking mum a well deserved break. Bath time? Am there! Reading Brown Bear Brown Bear. Count me in! Dance-a-thon with dad. Woo-hoo!
The collective household of Pele+Pilar+Reve plus two furballs named Veuve and Neuf have become ‘Los Churros.’ Sometimes, Rêve by herself is Chonguita to my Chonga—-short for ehem, ‘Chongalicious.’ Banana or Top Banana is often in the mix for Pilar, the household cruise director. The names are endless and flow naturally in and out of conversation.
My weeks would not be the same without Los Churros.