I have a passle of family-related sites filling up my RSS feed (the "mommy blogger" moniker is starting to wear on my nerves, and I have more than one daddy blogger on my list), among authors and literary agents and "frugalistas" (another new pet peeve... the "-ista") and cooking blogs.
Several of the blogs that mention children use nicknames for the short people, and some even have nicknames for their spouses. Others have their full names, and the names of their kiddos, right there in the open for any pedophile or identity thief or random neighborhood peeping-tom to find.
(Does that give you an inkling of why my kids go by aliases here?)
Actually, my kids go by several names here, and on my Twitter, and also in real life.
Because all of their names begin with the letter B (which was cute when we had only two Bees, but then when the third B surprised us, we couldn't bear to leave her out of the B tradition, so we found yet another suitable B name. Even though I still think 3-of-a-kind is a little corny. Duggars we are not.), my kids often go by their rank, agewise.
B1 is most often The Boy, but is also known as Pooter.
His nickname is kinda self-evident. When he was just a few days old, he would wake himself up from naps by tooting. Big, long, loud, fog-hornlike man toots. So, I christened him Pooter, and as he grew in receptive and expressive language, it became interchangable with his given name.
Except, only his daddy and I are allowed to call him that. Not his sisters, not his Menga (my mother), not his Nana or Granny or cousins. I don't know when that law was passed, but it stands to this day.
The only other nickname he's been given was by his Aunt Kris, before she passed away. His middle name starts with W, and Aunt Kris called him BW or B-Dub almost all the time. He doesn't remember much about her, and The Girl was only 9 months old when Aunt Kris died, but the one thing The Boy loves and remembers is that his Aunt Kris gave him his own shiny new name.
Pooter's sisters call him Bubby. His name is not complicated, but it's hard for a toddler to pronounce. When his first sister was learning to talk, she jumbled his name something awful, so we just settled on Bubby. Because my husband would croak if he had a "Bubba" living in his house. We're Arkansan, but we're not hillbilly.
B2 is The Girl, but also answers to Ladybug.
In fact, she answers to Ladybug, Sissy, Sis, 'Bug, and Beegle-bug, which is how she first pronounced Ladybug.
Well, she also goes by Princess (from her daddy, natch), Sweet Face (from me), and one cousin used to call her Broccoli, which, the way he said it, kind of rhymed with her real name.
I was the one who first called her Ladybug. When we brought her home from the hospital and I changed bucketloads of breastfed-baby poo, I was shocked every time I opened a diaper and found baby lady bits. It was like I couldn't even believe she was a girl, after two years of being sprinkled by her brother's man parts. So, every time I laid her on the changing table, I'd say, "Hello, lady" to her little furious self. I figured she was too young to be called a lady, so I added the -bug part. And it stuck.
Plus, she had reeeeally cute dragonfly, butterfly, and ladybug bedding.
Now we're trying to teach her to dress and act with modesty and tact and decorum, because that's "what Ladies do," as opposed to Trashy Girls. She makes it known that she "is a Lady!.... BUG!" We're working on it.
B3 is The Baby, but more often than not in real life, she is The Bunny. She has no big nickname backstory. I did some digging around on my old blog just now, and found that on August 20, 2008, exactly four months before she was born, I bestowed her nickname upon her. This is what I posted that day:
It fits, and actually, I can dig up a lot of history of bunnies in our family:
Jeremy's first gift to The Girl was a white Precious Moments bunny that says "Now I lay me down to sleep...."
The Boy's crib sheet, comforter and bumper pads featured the Nutbrown Hares from "Guess How Much I Love You"
My very own Momma called me Thumper when I was in her belly.
So, from the time she was a'thumpin in my tummy, she was not just any bunny, but The Bunny. Occasionally I call her by delicious food names: Punkin' Bread, Muffinhead, Peaches, Porkchop... the list really goes on. But mostly, she's The Bunny.
And my husband, well, he's nicknameless. When I met him, everyone called him by his last name, which is a good, strong, manly kind of last name, but which will not be mentioned on the interwebs. I suppose I could call him The Marine, or The Lawnmower Man, or The Super Awesome Fantastic Husband and Father... but while those are all true, they are also weird, or kind of long. So, just like I'm Savannah B, he is Jeremy B.
Do you use nicknames for your kids/spouse/friends/family, or do you just let it all hang out online, Social Security number and all?