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nicknames

so... the girls have a million names for everyone, and i just had to record a list, so that i could remember how ridiculous and repetitive and silly they are:

for Rocky
rocky nee-nee
rockerbock
rockel
roccoli broccoli (that one they made up at 18 months.. witty, right?)
cutie pie
bud
puppy friend
sweetheart
honey child
buddy
doogy doggy
rockstar
rocky boo boo
sweetie pie
best friend




for Daddy
daddy nee nee
dudda
dada
duddy
deedee daddy
mr. daddio (hilarious, btw)
john samuel
johnny
mr. johnny
best friend
mommy's husband nee nee

for Mommy
mommy nee nee
mummy
mama
mommy leesha
beautiful mommy
mama eesha
sweet pea
yunyo
mama teacher
linda boo boo
mom mom mom
mama leeler

for each other
biyah
micai
sissy
sister friend
twinny
yunyo
grandma (one of their favorites for each other)
anna
cutie
baby eesha
sweetie
baby nee nee
stinko
bud
sister
spanky
sweetie leesha
best friend
husband ( i know)


the list grows longer every single day. and i love it.
they reference names and places that make perfect sense to each other... names of which we have no recollection and for which we have no reference.

they are connected and creative and expressive.

in my heart, i have a  favorite nickname for them: blessing








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