HOW AWESOME IS THAT!?! You will see it around at some of my other favorite blogs but I feel so happy that I get to be a Ducky! Fishducky is so much fun and adds such joy to the blog world. She's not a blogger but she's one of the best commenters out there! I do have to admit that I made it a personal goal to get Fishducky as a follower. I didn't want to do obvious things and ask her to take a look at my site or anything but I wanted her to see my comments left on our similar blog reads and have her decide if she liked me or not. Branden even got into my goal so when Fishducky became a follower a few months ago, we were both overjoyed!
So without further ado, here is the brilliant Fishducky!
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Thank you, Maggie, for giving me this opportunity to
brag tell you about my daughter, Nancy. I can do that without fear of editing hurting your feelings since you haven’t yet started your own family. Nancy almost had her own career in show biz, like her mother. She was a month or two old when she was selected to portray a baby (type casting) in “Bonanza” but she was too young to be covered by their insurance. In the 1935 movie “Carnival” I was the adorable baby that Lucille Ball (in the uncredited role of a nurse) held in her arms while everybody went “AAWWW!” That was my entire career. I believe Lucille Ball went further.
First, I should tell you what (I believe) made Nancy the genius that she is today. When she was a few months old, I accidently dropped her on her head. (TRUE) I believe this shook her brains into proper alignment. She is at MENSA level, & do you know, she hasn’t thanked me to this day! She began talking VERY early--& hasn’t stopped yet. When she was 13 months old, my husband took her to a family Thanksgiving dinner while I stayed home sick in bed. I was watching a TV show about children learning to talk & I started making a list of all the words Nancy knew. I got to 100 when I realized I could probably double that. True, she couldn’t pronounce all of them correctly—chicken noodle soup was “hickey noonoo hoop”—but she was quite verbal.
Words were like toys to her—she loved them. We had this routine—I would ask her these questions & she’d answer. When she was 2, we went to the pediatrician & did our routine for the nurse: “What do you call a doctor who takes care of children?” “Pediatrician.” “Who’s the doctor that takes care of animals?” “Veterinarian.” “Who’s the scientist who knows all about fish?” “Ichthyologist.” When the doctor came in, the nurse asked Nancy the questions so he could hear her answers. He grabbed her up & ran out of the room. When he returned I asked him where he had taken her--& why. He told me that his friend—another pediatrician—was waiting in his office to go to lunch with him. He took Nancy through her routine & then said to the other doctor, “See what MY patients can do!!”
One more quick story about our pediatrician: When he was checking our second child, right after his birth, he was looking at his fingers & toes & I heard him counting softly—1,2,3,4,5—1,2,3,4,5, etc. I asked him why he was doing that. He said that a few months before he was checking another newborn & counted 1,2,3,4,5—1,2,3,4,5—1,2,3,4,5—1,2,3,4,5,6! He counted again—no mistake. The child had 6 toes on his left foot. He hesitantly told the mother, who laughed & said, “Isn’t that cute—just like his daddy!”