I'm not a fan of the nicknames, despite assigning them to my family members here. One of my most hugestest pet peeves ever is when I introduce myself to someone by saying, "I'm Pamela.", and they come right back with, "Hi, Pam." And I say, "My name is Pamela." And then they call me Pam again, and I say, "Not like the cute girl on The Office. I'm Pamela, not Pam." And then it just goes on and on. Really? Are we as a people that self-centered and un-listening that, upon receiving CLEAR directions, totally ignore what another person has said?
I told you it made me peevish.
Also? When people make up their own nicknames for my short people? Also peevish. Changing my little boys' names into little girls' names? IS NOT CUTE. So knock it off, I don't care how old or usually lovely you are. And no, we are not going to shorten ELLIOTT to ELI. Not. Gonna. Do. It, just like Forty-One.
That being said, we do have a pet name for Miss O each of the boys. And sometimes, I just call them My Loveys. It eliminates the hole Remembering The Names Of Each Individual Child Thing. I kid. Honest.
Today I sat on the red flowery sofa, nursing my not-so-little baby, and HB climbed up next to me. He nestled himself in between the couch cushion and my shoulder, and pressed his cheek up against my bicep. Because it's supersofty, that's why. And he patted my cheek and said, "Mama, you are still my Lovey. You are my Lovey forever. Forever and ever."