Mama and Papa are out of control

The cutesy nicknames for G are getting out of control. I think that happens with anyone you adore-the nicknames morph as your relationship grows. Sean and I went through many iterations for about a year, before I settled on his endearing nickname, and he on mine. So, for 9+ years, we have been had one each. It truly is a wonder than Gillian has any idea what her real name is (and she will turn her head when she hears "Gillian", so thankfully, we somehow have gotten her REAL name across). Here are a few of her multitudes of nicknames (there are many more derivatives of the ridiculous, below, but I spared you...you get the point).

Me: Gilly, Gillybean, Monkey, Boo, Monkey-butt, Monk, Monkitha, Monkuh-lunka, Mummah, Punka, Pumpkin (or Pumpkin Pie), Bebuh Gillahbuh, Bu-ba, Munkuh-lunka-punka, Punkuh-lunkitha, Punk, Chunk, Gilly-pot-pie, Tweety pie, Sweet pea, Darlin', Honey

Sean: Goo, Goo-goo, Pookie, Pooka-dooka, Bebuh Gillybean, Sweet baby, Tweety, Honey, Sweetie, Pretty (or Pretty Baby, as in "Hi, Pretty!")

Hopefully, we won't give her a complex, and maybe, we'll pick a few and stick with them. It's just terribly easy to go with the nonsense word stuff...and when singing her nonsense songs, new little names emerge. What can we say? We're just silly.