Darren and I thought long and hard about the names for our sons. We wanted names that would be recognised but not too of the moment, names with meaning, names which sounded balanced with our surname.
Which is a shame, as I don’t actually use them much. It all started when Nathan was 5 weeks old. My sister took the opportunity of more open visiting rules during a 2 night stay in Great Ormond Street to meet her nephew. She took one look at him and exclaimed “oh, he’s so squidgey”. From then onwards he was known as squidgey. Or squidgeroo. Or, infact, a variety of different pet names that have evolved over time. The most recent one is monkey midget, because he is one. Nathan David is saved for episodes of maternal wrath where I am yelling across a playground for him to stop doing something.
The second born son has occasionally been called by his actual name, which is already migrating from Samuel towards Sammy Sam. But more commonly he is known as bobblehead (because he has a bobbly head of course).
Neither myself nor Darren really had nicknames when we were younger, or for each other as adults, so perhaps this is venting our un-nick-named frustrations on our children.
What do you call your little ones, apart from their actual names?