My mother has always called me Goldilocks because I always had blonde ringlets up until my hair was rather long at the weight pulled the curls down to a wave… 
Dad always called me Mos, short for mosquito as I always had long thin legs that looked “like they couldnt support a mosquito” :rolleyes:
Boppy Doop. This was decades before the boppy for propping up babies was invented. I guess we just flopped on the floor like goldfish.
Middle bro was Mr. Kondoodilee-egg and baby bro was Woo. All courtesy of my silly if clever Dad.
Muffin
I was Pickle.
Despite the gender-inappropriateness, I was “Schnickelfritz” to my grandfather. My sister was “Squeaky” due to her (at the time) very high-pitched voice. Qadgop always called me his Sweet Baboo. I was very surprised and confused when I first saw that used in Peanuts, thought they’d ripped him off.
Mom called both her sons “monkey”, sometimes shortened down to “monk”. She still does it sometimes.
My Mother still calls me Tallulah, usually shortened to Luli. I let my Brother get away with calling me Dawnie, but only because he only calls me that when he wants something.
I was called Squares and Squeezer. I have no idea why.
This story is hysterical. 
My parents have always called me by my given name - Jennifer - all three syllables. Even though most of my friends use a diminutive, I’m Jennifer at home.
My little brother’s name is David. Thirty-one years after his birth my mother still calls him Doozie after a ride at an amusement park. My mother is the only person in the entire world allowed to call him that without serious reprecussions.
We call my toddler the bird or the boo. I wonder if we’ll still call her that three decades from now.
Apparently when I was an infant, I would get incredibly engrossed in whatever was in front of me, resulting in it taking me forever to crawl anywhere. Thus was born Putt-Putt.
I received another from my wisecracking Uncle John, who saw me right after I was delivered: Rat-face. :rolleyes: And, of course, the former faded away while I still get called the latter every so often.
“Moe.”
My mom called me “Bun” when I was wee (shortened from Honey Bunny)
As a baby, apparently I loved to watch TV with my dad while lying on his stomach, arms and legs splayed out. Due to this position, my dad jokingly dubbed me “Toad”. My grandma admonished him, saying, “That’s ahorrible name for a baby!!”
Heh, my dad’s nickname for my mom is Bug, therefore I’m Baby Bug (or B. Bug, in email).
I’m also Punkin, Minkey (from the Pink Panther movies – my parents went to see one shortly before I was born), Melon (my mom’s belly was about the size of a melon before I was born), and Sweet Face (that’s mom’s nickname for me). That’s just from Mom & Dad. I’m my Nana’s “P.C.” – Precious Child. And to some of the family, I’m Annie Annie Green Bananie.
That seals it, no one I know IRL can ever see this board.
My brother, though, was “Thunder Thighs” because he was a chunk of a kid. When he was about 18 months old, you could hear him running down the hall, and it sure didn’t sound like a toddler! We don’t call him that anymore, though, because it’s a) no longer true, and b) kinda mean.
It was my grandfather’s job to come up with nicknames. My older sister was Ralph, I was Scooter, and my brother was Bugs. None of them really have any relation to our real names. Nobody’s used those names for at least ten or fifteen years.
This thread is too cute.
I am still called “honeybunny” by my mom to this day.
My grandpa called me Mugglehead and my brother was Hoss.
I know Hoss is from Bonanza but where did he get Mugglehead?
“Mugglehead” is interchangable with “hophead.” ie; someone who smokes reefer to excess. It dates from the '30s but I’m guessing that your grandpappy picked it up from Raymond Chandler without divining its actual meaning. (Philip Marlowe tossed it around in such a way that you might think it just meant “goofball” if you were going by context alone.)
Me, I was called “Spook” until I was eight or nine.
I don’t know what’s up with Thai people, but they give kinda mean nicknames. It’s meant to be “cute” somehow, but I don’t think it is. It’s ok to say the nickname in Thailand because the people there understand. But it’s embarrassing having to explain it to your friends when you have them over at your house…
My dad called me Kachaht (ca-chaht). It’s Chinese for “cockroach” -_-. (We’re Chinese, but my parents were born in Thailand). He used it when he wanted to make fun of me. I called him Big Butt because no kid wants to be called a gross bug!
But when he was in a good mood, he’d call me Dua Lek (“Little One”) and my older brother Dua Yai (“Big One”). Those were Thai names.
My name is Marie, and my mom still calls me Marohng. I don’t know why.
When I was 4, my aunt was teaching me to write my name. I got so upset and confused because I thought my name was “The Baby.”