We seem to have had an insect theme going, although not on purpose: Katie-did, Sarah-bee, and Bug. When they were little, there was always the traditional Sissy and Bubba (Southern for Sister and Brother).
They’re not twins, but we used to call our boys Fred and George - indiscriminately, thank goodness. They’d argue about which one was which. Then Rowling put a damper on that little game.
from oldest to youngest Scooter Buggy( my daughter pregnant daughter at that)and Shorty(kind of an ironic nickname since he is the tallest of everyone in the house)and finally the 7 week old growing in my daughter The Peanut.
We started calling our daughter Boo when she was just a few weeks old, and I have no idea how we started. We still refer to her as Boo or The Boo more often than we refer to her by name.
My daughter’s name is Annabel.
When she needs changing, she’s Stinkabel.
When she’s in a bad mood, she’s Horrorbel.
When my friends ask after her they call her Bel, Bely, The Belly or Belly Monster.
When I write about her, she’s just A.
When I’m talking to her, she’s Poss or Miss Possum.
Her unborn sibling is Speck (her own pre-birth nickname was Neep until I found out she was a girl, and that’s when I started calling her the Belly Monster).
First daughter was always my Bunny when she was little. Now she’s 19.
Oldest son was extremely active, agile and silly, so he was Tigger. Now he’s 18.
My next daughter was Pooh Bear, because she was just so. gosh. darn. cute until she blossomed at about age 14. Now she’s 16, but I can still get away with Kerrkidname Bear every once in a while.
And the last boy was strong and always climbing things, and so he was Monkey. Still is, but he’s 10, so I think those days are waning.
I am sad now. Enjoy your kids’ nickname days. They don’t last long.
Our 4 1/2yro, Jett, is Boy 1, Jett-Jett, Jetster, Jetski, Jet Plane, Turbo, and Captain Destructo.
Our 13mo old, Trent, is Boy 2, T-Rent, Lil T, T-Bill, The Rent, and Rental Unit.
Both boys are also temporarily nicknamed according to their moods…usually it’s a variation of “_______ Mc_____alot <or_______Pants> is _______.” As in–“Whiney McWhinesalot is whiney.” Or, “Grumpy McGrumpypants is grumpy.”
That’s what my husband calls our daughter as a nickname. I call her the bird or Serenabird because she sounded like a baby robin to me when she was born.
Our daughter was usually just a variation on her given name, but sometimes Choppie (from an original “Chipmunk Cheeks” comment via my wife’s finely-honed nickname mutation skills) or The Dwarf.
I don’t have kids, but I have a lot of nicknames. Kookers (the “koo” rhymes with “boo”), Kooks, Kaitie-Kookoo, Poopers, Poops (those have pretty much fallen by the wayside), Geraldine Sardine, George (that one was for me and my brother) and then the myriad weird names my mom has come up with that seem to be just random combinations of syllables. My brother is known as “Buhzh” (that’s the closest orthographical approximation I can make) to almost all of his friends and our family (this post had a lot of parenthetical notations).
Baby From Mars (initials G B) is variously G, Bee, Rabbit, Rabbity Cat, Pinkypoo, Poodle and Monkey. She’s also Lady G and The Bee on my blog. I need to get out more.