B-Nanner. That's funny. My sons call my Bryanna, B-Nut or Nut-Nut when they want to tick her off. :)

My two daughters:

Elizabeth = Elizabird or Queen Elizabeth

Olivia = Oliver or Sponge Bob

:lol:

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My son Isaac is "Boy". Don't ask me why. Probably a Simpsons thing.

My daughter Katelyn is either "Munchkin" or "Mashed Potater". It comes from a rhyme I made up for her:

"Kater, Kater, Mashed Potater, cuter than an alligator."

When she was younger, every time I would say it, she would respond with either "I'm NOT an alligator!", or "I'm NOT cuter than an alligator!". Either one made me crack up laughing.

Olivia is one of my favorite names...it's beautiful.

This is a pic of Annie...she's the one on the left. THis is why I have gray hair...(a few, anyway...)

http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n...ileesb-day.jpg

Yeah, I call my youngest Munchkin, too. That and Tink, short for Tinkerbell. Those are daddy's pet names for her. :)

I like things easy in my house. Everyone has the same nickname including myself and husband. As long as it includes the word poop, it's a pet name. Poopbutt, poopface, poopie, poophead and so on. I believe it started when we were still in the diaper changing phase. Where questions about bowel movements were still cute and funny. Like " Hey someone here is poopie." or "Come over here you little poopiebutt".

Now some odd years later I realize boys don't grow out of being poopiebutts. It just stops being as cute. :lol:

But it will always be as cute to Mom! That's why you'll always be the one and only Mom, and love 'em none-the-less. We just grow up and become gentlemen. :wink:

I guess that Dad can come in handy too! I just met Elizabird and filled up her gas tank, checked the oil, and topped off the windshield washer fluid.

I guess she's trained me fairly well? :wink:

Moose, that Annie is indeed a striking beauty! You're gonna have to beat the boys away with a double-barrel!

With more to come, I'm sure. Mom! :D

sounds like the hard work is done...would you be my daddy? I can't afford to fill up my gas tank, either!

Don't I know it...I'm petrified. Maybe I could borrow a double-barrel?