We are a nickname family. Everyone has at least two or three permanent nicknames and several other evolving nicknames. We even like to make up songs to go with our nicknames.
The evolving nicknames are what my husband likes to call Indian Names and they tend to provide a current description of the person being named.
For example: Libby's permanent nicknames, i.e. the ones that will humiliate her as a teenager, are Libby Lou (or if I am feeling fancy, Libby Lou La), Libby Skibby and Liblet. Her current Indian name is Talks with her Hands. Past Indian names include Wilts like a Flower and U No Poo. (Okay maybe that's the one that will humiliate her as a teenager.)
Emma Jane's (and here is where the nickname's start to get weird) permanent nickname is Emma Jana-rain or (again if I am feeling fancy) Emma Jana-raina-tain. Sometimes we just call her Raina-tain. Luckily for her she is blessed with a much more normal nickname as well; we very often call her EJ. Her current Indian name is Screams at Strangers.
And then there is my precious baby boy, who had the misfortune to be nicknamed by his 2 year old sister. When he was a newborn, I started calling him bugaboo. Emma Jane, as with so many other words, completely butchered this and ended up dubbing him Wah-da-boo. And unfortunately for John, it has stuck. Emma Jane has never once called him John and so we are fairly certain that she doesn't realize that Wah-da-boo is actually NOT is name. I am sure the fact that Brad and I have also been calling him Wah-da-boo (because it is just so cute when she does it) has not helped the with the confusion. I am sure he will bless us for that someday!
And as if my poor son was not being abused enough in the nickname department, his intense oral fixation has led to the disposal of his first Indian name:
Always Needs A Boob.