We are a family that uses nicknames a lot. Some seem to evolve and then morph into something else entirely different. Others have stuck seemingly for good.
Bubba came about because Cookie started calling him that when he was just a couple of months old. When you ask him what his name is he will say “Bubba!” We used to call him Pedro.
Here’s our Chicken, Chick, or Arliss . She is really a big chicken and is scared of trying something new. Some days she decides to have a devil may care attitude and gets into heaps of trouble much like Arliss in Old Yeller.
Sis or Curly Sue is constantly happy. She is our little artist and cheer spreader. Maybe we should start calling her Cheer Bear or something.
Ho Hum is apparently marked. Accidents follow her everywhere. If anything is bound to happen it will happen to her. She doesn’t let it get her down though. She may cry and fuss a little but will inevitably get back up and keep on going.
Bobby or Cindy Lou has a similar disposition to Sis. Constantly giggling, teasing, and very “fashion” conscious, she helps to level out the grumpy hormones that can sometimes reach high levels at our house. 🙂 Notice her nice, straight, white teeth?
Bugsy McGruder knows what she wants. She has her own opinion and her own way of doing things. She is a huge helper when it comes to watching the kids. She can think up fun games to play on the fly.
Toad’s nickname went through a series of changes before finally being Toad. When she was little Mr. Ferrero Rocher would tell her she was totally fudacious. Then he started calling her Totus Blossom, Blossom, then Toad. I’m afraid it’s stuck for life.
No surprise as to why I’m called Shorty. Being 5’2″ leaves me a little wanting in the height department. In middle school I was known as Motts but it hasn’t stuck except for with my sister. She still calls me that sometimes.
Last, but not least, this is Boss. I started calling him that before we were even married. We were in the store trying to decide what ice cream to get for dessert. He wouldn’t say what he wanted and kept telling me to decide. I replied, “Oh why don’t you just be the boss for once!” It stuck. He’s Boss because he is so not the boss.
Do you use nicknames at your house? What have been some of your nicknames throughout your life?
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My dad is big on nicknames. I was called “Little Fiest” as a baby, but then my mom made him stop when I was about five because she thought it might have a negative effect. Whatever. In Kindergarten I started gymnastics and used to practice around the house. That’s when he started calling me “Flippit.” It was changed to “Flip” later when I would disrespectfully give “flip” answers to my elders.
We call our son “Mister,” for some reason. I think it came from “Mist-ah Man,” a Maine expression. Our youngest is “Beluska.” The other two escaped nicknames except for shortening of their given names.
We started calling our baby “Poochey”. My 4-year old started it, really. She was just making up a name and didn’t realize it was another word for dog. But it seemed so appropriate since he was in the crawling phase and really kind of was like a little pooch crawling up to you, eating food off the floor, slobbering on things, etc. I thought we would get out of the habit of calling him that this summer when we were visiting so much family, but since I blogged that we had been calling him that, they all called him that too! My 4 year-old just last week informed me that we really couldn’t call him that anymore since he has started walking, but I’m not sure I can break the habit!
I never had a nickname other than my brothers teasingly calling me some variation of Nancy Fancy Pants.
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My oldest is Red (hair, you know) or Blue Bell, since he is named after a city here in Texas that churns out the best Ice Cream you will find anywhere.
Nicholas, my middle son, is sometimes known as Nickel Pickel, but was known as Giggy when his younger brother was a baby. Don’t know where it came from, but don’t call him that now.
David doesn’t have a nickname. Neither do my husband or I, unless you count JR for my hubby since his initials are J.R.A. and we do live in Texas, so it is appropriate.
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I’ve never had any real nicknames. My mom and my sister (who can be very weird indeed) used to come up with a different name for me (Amber, Tatiana, and Trula-Tracy to name a few) every few months. Don’t ask me where they came from! Each of them had some kind of meaning for Mom and my sister, but no one else could figure any of them out. My dad and a couple of my uncles used to call me “Pete” on a regular basis. I guess that’s as close as I have ever come to a nickname. My husband simply calls me “J”.
My kids have been “Pally”, “Ra-boo”, “Nen”, “Bear”, “Dooby”, “Lo-Jo”, “Guy” and “Livi-Lu”. 🙂
Funny! Both our baby boys have been Bubba, too. I constantly call my kids “sister” and “brother” and “little brother.” Or “Thing 1, 2 & 3” if the mood strikes.
Those are obviously well thought out, and cute I might add. Some of my kids’ nicknames are not even real words. LOL.
That’s cute! It reminds me of my grandfathers generation that had nicknames of everyone. I never knew peoples real names it was just old “skinny legs” or “crazy horse”. He had nicknames for all of us too. Being a rancher/steel-worker, they weren’t as sweet as your names though:)!
This is so fun in big families. It reminds me I should plan some sort of homeschool lesson about names because my poor 3 year old tells everyone her name is MOO MOO – I guess that’s because that’s what we call her.
I’m actually child #11 in our family of 17 children. We all had nicknames and it seems to make you feel a bit more specical than just a number.
Growing up I had
Frizzy Lizzy
Lizardbreath
Lizardo
and Libby (I love Libby and my oldest sister and her kids still call me that)
My oldest was called Cookie before she was born and will be Cookie to me till the day she dies.
We like to add funny endings to our children’s names. Endings like -opolis, -athon, -alina, -aroni, etc.
I forgot to tell you my other ones!!
-Snickerdoodle,because I put 2 cups of salt in them when I was younger
-Stirfry, I don’t know where Jared got that from.
We’re all about the nicknames at our house. Son is usually Goosey, and Daughter is Birdie. He went through a whole series of nicknames as an infant and toddler, but Goosey is the one that stuck. She, on the other hand, has been Birdie since the day we brought her home from the hospital. My husband and I tend to call each other “Sweetie” and funnily enough daughter has begun insisting that no one else is allowed to have that name. She objects if we call her, or my sister, or anyone else “Sweetie.” I love that she gets that nicknames are terms of endearment that can be person-specific.
J is J, and when we was littler was Bug (because he looked like a gloworm when he was swaddled with the hospital hat on) which has now been changed to Bud.
T is Mina, which is short for Mina Moo from a song I made up when she was a baby. She’s also Punkin’ and Tare Bear, and Sister Sue.
My parents always use to call me “Hez” or “Butchie”. My dad still calls me Hez. When my oldest son was real small, my husband use to call him Munchkin. That sort of morphed into “Munchie”. There was a point in time that Camden thought his name was actually Munchie, and would refer to himself as such. It still cracks me up whenever I think about it!
Those are way cute! The pics sufficiently do each nickname justice as well! Love em!
The boy’s nickname was always “Pickle” since he could be oh-so-sweet but oh-so-sour all at the same time. Not sure what the girl will end up as!