When I was still pregnant with my first child, I remember chatting with my friend, Lisa, about her 7 year-old daughter. They’d gone out for some school clothes shopping in the midst of the back-to-school rush. She got quiet suddenly and smirked as she told me about an embarrassing moment during their outing:
Lisa: So, we were standing on line waiting to check out and I CALLED HER BY HER BABY NICKNAME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.
Me: Umm? That’s embarrassing? Wimp.
Lisa: Oh, COME ON! The nicknames you come up with for your kids are beyond logic or self-control; they’re ridiculous and not to be shared with the public.
Me: Riight.
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[Fast forward about 6 months.]
[Setting: My newborn son's room. I am just finishing nursing him, which means I've been in there for at least an hour. Dude liked to EAT.]
The Hub: [Walks past the doorway, stops, and then grabs the door frame to pull himself back to my line of view.] Wait, what was that? What’d you just say?
Me: [Snapping my bra back into place and shifting the Boppy.] Nothing. I was just mumbling to the baby.
The Hub: Right…that’s what I mean. What did you call him?
Me: [Suddenly, blushblushblush.] Uhhh…I think I said, um…
The Hub: Lady, did you call him BOOBER?!
Me: Uhmm, yep! [Nervous laughter.] I do believe I called him BOOBER.
[What?! He was ALWAYS on the boob! It just came out!]
Touché, Lisa. Touché.
Tags: embarrassment, experience, infantile amnesia, nicknames, nursing, opinions, The Hub
I still call my Daughter (now 5-years-old) Boob for the very same reason. Not to mention she nursed till she was nearly 3! Drives my Hubby crazy.
You rock! I’ve named my nephews ridiculous monikers (b/c Sis insists on giving them big people names liked Robert and Gregory) so they’re bobert and goober. They’re gonna hate me.
But Boober is awesome.
My wife’s got like 5 different nicknames for each of our kids. I never new who they hell she’s talking about.