On Monday, my dad left town after flying in for a couple of days to meet Kate, the child that he and mom have decided will refer to him as "Geez," thus setting the stage for all subsequent grandchildren to do the same. Geez is short for "Geezer," which has long been Dad's nickname amongst his own children. Specifically, my brothers started calling him this when they were in high school, to emphasize to him how anciently old he was quickly becoming, as if having twin teenage boys wasn't enough to make him feel the passage of time. That probably sounds disrespectful, but it's actually part of Dad's tradition of showing affection through nicknames. Everyone in the family has at least one, if not several, nicknames given to them by Dad, and frankly, they are all more ridiculous than Geezer. A few of those nicknames include Tuna, Big Girl, Middle Moose, Baby Moose, and his crowning achievement, at least in terms of length, Audgie Mo Paudge, Queen of the Audgie Paudgies. With that kind of record, I was expecting that Kate would have at least one nickname before the weekend was over. But apparently, Dad wasn't able to find one that felt right, because aside from some brief references to Kate as "Mumu" (pronounced "moo-moo") he never really settled on one. Nicknames aside, I think they got off to a great start as grandfather and granddaughter. Here's a picture.