Ag the Nag

When our youngest daughter Aggie was just a little bit of a person, she earned her name "Ag the Nag".  She earned this little name through little actions of pulling her sisters long hair and entangling her fingers to the point I never thought we could get them removed.  By picking at her bigger brother to the point it would take him to tears or drive him to the edge of no return.  By laughing so hard she couldn't control herself each and every time she would "ag" someone beyond the point of return.

I remember her loud, uncontrollable cackles when Adam would literally get "roaring" mad.  You knew she had pushed the right button enough times, because you would hear a loud laugh followed by a "errrrrrhhhhhh", then a pounce, then a cry, then two parents running frantically to see if any real damage was done.  It would only be a few minutes till Aggie would be right back at her brother's side playing or lovingly "agging" him on.

I have watched our little Ag the Nag change from tot to school aged child, still lovingly and playfully nagging at her brother and sister to the point of no return.  She loves to play jokes on them, laugh till she can't talk, and dig at them till they feel insane.

She takes after her daddy in this regard.  He just can't stop or leave something alone, always keeping on keeping on till we all feel crazy.  It's not a bad thing, just his thing, now it's her thing.  They are two peas in a pod.  I feel blessed (a little crazy blessed) that they share this same trait.  It's what makes them unique, special and driven.  They are driven to succeed at what they do, even if it's just "nagging" someone to the point of reaction.

Love you Ag the Nag . . . though don't tell her that's her name she thinks it's "Ag the Ag", the one and only incredible special "Ag the Ag".