I have a problem (according to my husband) with giving people nicknames. Well, not random people, but those in my immediate family anyway. I think at first he thought it was strange. He would say things like "Why can't you just call people by their REAL name?". But after 8 years of putting up with my weirdness, he has finally come to accept it. So here are the names I have affectionately given my boys:
This, of course, is Jack a.k.a "Biggin'", "Biggie", and when I get lazy it's just "Big" (all of which are ironic considering he is in less than the 50th percentile for both height and weight. He started off big, but is now really kind of small). He is also fondly called "Jackie", "Buddy", and "Bud". Take your pick. He answers to all of them.

This would be Rudi a.k.a "Poo", "Poo Bear", "Poobie", "Poobs", "Baby Bear", and "oooeeee" (the last name being Jack's version of Rudi). He too has learned his many names and comes running when called any of them.

And finally, this would be Bronson a.k.a "Brons" and "Babe". I guess I keep it pretty simple when it comes to him, although I have been known to slip up and direct a "Bud" toward him. He just looks at me like "Are you serious?". I suppose when you have 20 different nicknames floating around in your head you're bound to mess up once in awhile. Sorry, Babe!