When I grow up I want to be a photographer, a gospel singer, a writer, a lactation consultant, a hiker, an interpreter for the deaf, a circus performer, and a pizza restaurant owner. So far I’m technically only a wife, mother, and teacher, but there are days I do all of the above jobs.
Chica & Bubba is the name I’ve decided on for my future pizza restaurant. My kids have normal names, but Chica and Bubba are the terms of endearment we used for them as babies that have just stuck. Chica is 8, is scary good at remembering song lyrics, could eat mac and cheese every day of the week, loves Hamilton, and is a pro at losing her violin music. Bubba, 5 years old, has a frightening obsession with Pokemon GO, loves to take things apart, refuses to finger paint in PreK, and shares my fondness of ketchup. I decided to use the names Chica and Bubba on my blog for now so that when their future employers google them in 20 years, they won’t be able to hold me against them. : )