I often get asked why on earth I call my boy “Schmev/Schmevy.” Well, the short answer looks more like an equation, so here goes:
Evan–>Schmevan
Schmevan (way too long) –>’Schmev’
Schmev (at times, too short) –> ‘Schmevy’
See, simple! ….and it stuck. So he will likely be 17 years old, hanging out with his ‘too cool for school’ friends one day, and I will say, “SCHMEVY! Come and eat lunch!” *hee-hee!* At which point, I will promptly be known as the coolest mom EVER, I am sure.
So speaking of lunch, my little Schmev getting ready, then out to shop/eat lunch at one of favorite places in the world right now: Ikea. Go figure!
I can’t decide which face I enjoy more…
Ahhh, that’s my boy! (ps- I added a few extras in here for you today, Tia Pris!)
5 comments