Peanuts, pies and booby tutus: What’s in a nickname…

Nickname1 Peanuts, pies and booby tutus:  Whats in a nickname...When I was pregnant with Mr. B, Jon and I struggled with finding an in-utero name for our unborn child.  You know, something you could call the baby that wasn’t set in stone, but something that was more exciting than Baby.

Most folks like to go with what the baby looks like, or what sized fruit or vegetable the baby is at any given point.  Cute names like Bean, Nugget, Persimmon.

With Mr. B, Jon appropriated his nickname for me to use for our child.  Peanut Jones.  It’s a long complicated story involving me reenacting a dancing peanut from an e-card.  But it was my nickname.

And then it became Mr. B’s.  So much so that a friend even mailed me a personalized bib with “Peanut Jones’ printed at the bottom.

Except, we never called our son that once he was born.  I don’t know why, really, perhaps the name just didn’t fit.  The nickname got picked up for my niece, and it feels like it’s lost its origin.  And now, Mr. B really only gets called Mr. B.  Nothing fancy, no back story.  Plain and simple, just the way he likes it.

But Miss P is a different story.  When I was pregnant with her, Mr. B bequeathed her as “Two.”  As in, “I’m number one, you’re number two.”

My niece started calling her Priscilla Toenail.  Has a good ring to it, no?

And once again, those moniker’s fell to the side after she was born.  She’s had others since;  Kung Fu Panda and Godzilla were good ones for a while, but they’ve since been replaced.

There’s a new name in town.  Booby Tutu.

Let me explain:

I have Momkinis.  You know, the bikinis that are regular on top, with a full coverage skirt for the bottoms.  Enough to show off my arms, enough to hide my thunder ass.

One day this past summer, Miss P was looking through her drawer of bathing suits and found this hand-me-down bikini.  Bright pink.  With a ruffled bottom.

She held it up and exclaimed “Look, Mommy!  A tutu!  And boobies!”  Because she wanted to be just like me.

So when she’d want to wear that bathing suit, she would ask for “the booby and the tutu.”  And so, the nickname Booby Tutu was created.  And it was good.

Lately, though, she has been saying she’s not happy with that nickname anymore.  I told her that I could start calling her what my dad called me when I was a little girl:  Peetie Pie.  A combination of Sweetie Pie and Sweet Pea that feels cute without making me want to vomit.

Peetie Pie has been rejected.  Much to my dismay.

We’re in the market for a new nickname.

What nicknames do you have for your children?  What was yours growing up?

Comments

  1. My dad always has to give kids nicknames. When I was pregnant with Isaak my dad was like, “I need a nickname, but I don’t like Ike.” That’s when I came up with, “Zeek”. Now he’s, “Zeek”, “Zeeker”, Zeeky”, “Z”, or “Is” sounds like “Eyes”. He has big eyes and his name starts with “I”. My dad loves “Zeek”, so it stuck.

    Mica is “Moose”. He gets called, “Smarty” by my Dad. Mica loves “Smarty” because he learned that, that is a candy.

    • Of course, straight for the candy reference, right? Gotta love how kids see the world. Mr. B has been Mr. B since he was born, and it fits him, I guess. I’m sure things will change as they get older, too.

  2. Ha ha Gina! You goof! I love the stories behind the nick names, well…Mr. B is still leaving me hanging, but come on…how can you top booby tutu???? LOL ;)

    • Mr. B isn’t that big of a mystery. B is the first letter in his name. Pretty bland. And booby tutu is just pure awesomeness, right?

  3. Booby Tutu is awesome! LOL My kids don’t really have nicknames. I still sometimes call both of them “baby” and the oldest one is almost 9. I just can’t stop myself. My grandpa called me “spider butt”, because I was so teeny and couldn’t keep a diaper on. So, there’s that one!

  4. I don’t recall having a nickname for Jacob while he was still a little bean (that wouldn’t made a good name?). But now we have sooo many nicknames for him, I’m afraid he might get confused. More often than not, they’re not even nicknames! My husband likes to make up names to call him. It varies per month, depending on what movie/book/song influenced him. This month, he’s been calling him ‘Rupert’. I have no idea why. But it’s so funny for us two, like an inside joke. We’ll enjoy doing it for a while until Jacob gets old enough to be annoyed at us. LOL.

    • I know what you mean. We often have “on the fly” made up nicknames, sometimes smashing a few together. I do think Rupert is a rad nickname though!

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