While I call my kids a variety of cute or silly little names on a regular basis, I really have one main nickname for each of them. Serena is "Bean" (a simplifying of "Serena - Beana"), and I've called her that (not exclusively) most of her life. Asher didn't get a rhyming nickname - "smasher," "basher," "crasher," etc, didn't seem like good values to promote. Instead, early on, mostly because of his sweet newborn roundness, I started calling him "Squish." I will admit my mother warned me from the beginning that this might not be appreciated by Asher later in life. In spite of the warning, I've kept calling him Squish, enough that he answers, if I ask "Who's Squish?", "Me!"
Now, 2 years alter, Asher's still a pretty sturdy guy but he's thinned out a lot on his way to kid-dom from toddlerhood. He's long lost his baby rolls and developed tough little toddler toes - though he does still have pretty sweet little cheeks and fun to pinch, ticklish thighs. Still, entirely squishy or not, I call him Squish.
Last night after dinner the kids were enjoying a little bit of ice cream and I remarked to them, "Ice cream twice in one day! You'll get chubby." Serena's response was, "Asher's already chubby, I might get chubby."
"Asher's not chubby," I quickly corrected.
"Uh huh. He's Squish." Serena responded.
Maybe it's not a great nickname choice. And he's definitely not going to like it later in life.
Squish - beach pose
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