“I don’t get it,” said your dad when I told him about my new blog name.

“What do you mean you don’t get it?!”

I’ve been mulling this name in my mind for weeks now, and I thought I had finally come up with the perfect name for my re-invigorated blog to let you two (my daughters) know more about me. And so I can remember more about you. Revisionist history can really bite you in the butt if you let it. (Just ask your nana – my brother and I never had a problem sleeping, were never fussy, and it was completely easy raising two small children while she was a stay at home mom. Right, mom. Right).

“I get the honey badger part. I have no idea what you’re talking about with the bee.”

Ellen and Lucy, your parents laugh at inappropriate things. We won’t let you know this for many years to come (unless you become very interested in your mother’s rambling blog at an appallingly young age). But we laugh at things we shouldn’t. Like when your favorite song is “Uptown Funk” and you keep asking for “F*** up!”. We laugh. It’s funny.

Herein lies the honey badger portion of the blog. Ellen, when you were very little there was a video that came out “Honey Badger Don’t Care“. It’s hysterical. Inappropriate. Hysterical. And honestly, you were a very laid back kid, and we started to say “honey badger don’t care” whenever you shocked everyone with your laid-back-ness. It stuck. And then one day you did care. You still do care. Amazingly enough I think the name still fits. You’re a fighter. You know what you want. You let people know what you want. You also might be a genius toddler manipulater. TBD. So world, watch out because honey badger don’t care.

“How can you not know that we call Lucy Honey Bee?”

“Because we never have.”

“Sure we do. Every day. It’s cute. It fits. We have a honey badger – now we need a honey bee. They work together. Wild Kratts told me all about it. Plus, she’s super sweet. Like honey. Get it?!”

“Never once have I heard you call her that.”

“Well, I do. And now it’s the name of the blog that I thought about so long and hard. I mean, I can’t keep calling it “Thoughts for Ellen” because then Lucy will get jealous.”

“You mean the blog that you always talk about and never write in.”

“Exactly. I’ve got ideas. I want my daughters to know who I am and what I think about. Maybe it will be so big that I can just blog and stop working. I’ve got to practice writing if I’m ever going to make it big in the freelance world.”

“Big in the freelance world?” (insert appropriate amount of sarcasm here – your dad is VERY sarcastic).

“You betcha!” (I’m not really a “you betcha” kind of girl, but it seems to fit given that I’m loosely translating our conversation). “But now I’m completely rethinking the name given that you didn’t get it. But I already paid for it…Oh well! It’ll make a great first post to re-start my blogging enterprise.”

“You’re totally going to write about this, aren’t you?” I’m going to look like an idiot because I didn’t know our kid’s nickname.”

To be fair, dad’s been working A LOT, and I’m not sure that I ever really told him about the honey bee part in person. But I did have the conversation about the nickname a lot in my head. That happens when you stay at home all day with young kids.

And with that – I’m relaunching my writing with “Living with Honey Badger-Bees”!