Er, a more accurate phonetic description of my Mom’s baby name would probably be: Foof. Sorry about that, Chief. 
Ok since my parents didn’t give my brother any interesting nicknames, I gave him a few myself.
His real name is Norman, so my parents just call him “Nohm” (it’s kinda hard for them to say “Norm” so they call him Nohm).
Here’s a list I’ve come up with the past 2 years:
Snooky Poo (which my mom also uses when I’m home)
Snook
BooBoo
BooBoo Fett
Na Na (I couldn’t say his name when I was little)
Poopyhead
McNana
Shamalamadingdong (I was really bored)
and recently it’s been Shammy
When I call him these names, he just sighs and says “what do you want?” It’s a fun way to pass the time when I’m home. 
And um TellMeI’mNotCrazy, if there’s an emphasis on the entire word juju, so it’s juju, it means penis ^^;
My eldest daughter Jacqueline is Jac-a-lope, Jacasaurus Rex (she loves dinosaurs) and Cicciolina.
The twins are probably going to be ling-ling and qing-qing, which sound like Panda names but really are just ultra common dimunitives of their Chinese names.
Luckily, she pronounces JuJu nothing like she pronounces the word for penis (which to me sounds more like jui-jui) although I wouldn’t put it past her to have thought of the similarity
Oh, and Penchan, I might point out that Nohm sounds quite a bit like the word for “breast”
Really? I would think that it would be closest to “milk”. But man if it did mean breast then my brother would REALLY have some issues!
Mom while at supermarket: Nohm! Nohm! Where are you?
(Breast! Breast! Where are you!)
Norm: I’m here mom…
Oh man I should stop posting this late at night…
I just wanted to share the pet names my nine month old daughter Isabella has already picked up from the family:
Izzybee
Mizzizzy McTizzy
Bellybutton
Bellpepper
Bellacita
Miss B (because Miss I doesn’t have that flow)
Beebop
Bellster
Izmay
Buddha bear
Pooterbear (got nixed fast because daddy says it sounds like I’m saying “Puta” bear. Not a good name for our baby.
bellybear
Yeah the kid’s never going to know her real name, I’m afraid.
To my mother, I am ‘porkpie’ or ‘porkus’. Anyone else caught calling me these things will be shot.
My mother called me “Mikey” until i was in my early teens, by which time i didn’t like it much at all.
Of course, if i had seen all the films and TV shows where half the Mafia mobsters seem to be called “Mikey,” i might have thought it was 
.
Dad calls me pumpkin. Sisters call me Timmers and Tim-Tim.
Mom calls me “the little bitch”, but doesnt really mean it in a bad way (if that makes any sense).
We call my son Gramalamadingdong sometimes. DH calls him Grambo and I call him Graham Cracker or Schmoo or Schmooglestein or Mister G.
My daughter is anything from Miss Macy to Bubbie to Doodlebug or just Bug or…wow, the list sure does go on.
And now, I shall exit the post without revealing any of my childhood nicknames.
My given name is Jonathan. Being born soon after Camelot when the image of JFK2 saluting his father’s coffin was still fresh, my mother (and the rest of the family) called me “Jon-Jon” for several years and still does occasionally. It was finally shortened to Jon when I started school. (Other early childhood nicknames in the family that I don’t remember my mother using were Pillsbury [I was really white, chubby and ticklish- this one took for freaking ever to die] and Pinto [my grandfather was called Mustang so this was in his honor].)
My dad called me Fruitcake (as in, “Nutty as a Fruitcake”) and he called my sister Kittycat (she was Cathy) and I don’t recall a name for my brother. I always thought Kittycat was a prettier name than Fruitcake, but now I like Fruitcake better. Dad’s been dead for 24 years now, and I’m getting a bit weepy now, remembering.
My dad still calls me Sprout sometimes. I was his first kid, and I think he was surprised by how fast I grew.
He’s also the only person permitted to call me Gigipoo, only occasionally, when he’s in a silly mood. (Hard G’s, like in my name.) I’m not sure why I let him get away with it; I forbade my mom from calling me that many, many moons ago.
Of course, I got off easy. My sister has some stories she could tell…
I’m known as Mr. PoopiePants
…oh, wait, you mean when I was young!? 
My Dad always called me “Bunkie”.