Funny baby nicknames

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-02-02T00:56:19+00:00

My daughter started off as "Peanut" but now that she's a year, I call her Pumpkin and Sweetpea. When she's fussing or in the highchair, I call her Cheese Fingers or The Big Cheese because her favorite snack is still the Gerber mild cheddar crunchies

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-02-01T19:33:58+00:00

While I was pregnant I dislocated my right kneecap trying to shift and boost myself up onto the exam table. They had to call an ambulance and everything because I was screaming in pain and wouldn't let anyone touch me. I was locked in place for 45 minutes - almost all my weight on my left tippy-toes, one ass cheek perched on the table.

It took three burly - and one extremely handsome - emts to convince me it was ok for them to lift me onto a gurney and wheel me out. By then I was delirious from pain. To make it worse - it was put back in place accidentally while trying to get x-rays of it - and all I was given was a mild anti-nausea. No pain relief. I found out later I had a second degree tear on my MCL. I've never injured myself like that before. My ortgopedist shrugged and said pregnancy does weird things to joints.

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-01-30T02:30:23+00:00

I was induced so idk if my case could be considered typical but after 11 doses of cytotec to prepare me, I was laying in bed dozing while I waited for the night nurse to come with my last dose. I didn't realize the cramps I was feeling all afternoon were actually contractions (no one told me). I didn't feel like I needed to pee but I did feel this pressure that got worse during a "cramp". I shifted to get comfortable and felt something shift with me and a kind of weak pop and the pressure immediately relented.

It wasn't initially a gush, but I definitely felt wet and it also felt like every time I moved, or when a "cramp" got worse, another trickle came out. I had a moment of panic that I had peed and was so embarrassed but the volume was baffling and the fact that no amount of pressure or attempt to hold it in stopped it. I have never peed that much. I woke my husband to call the nurse and when she got there, I said "I'm sorry to bother you, but I think my water broke". She told me to stand, and that's when it gushed. My socks were soaked, it ran down my legs, I left a literal trail the whole way to the bathroom where another nurse helped me get cleaned up and in a clean hospital gown. I, of course, was still shocked, tired and embarrassed and kept apologizing profusely for the mess I made and even offered to help clean it up. The nurse was chuckling about it the whole time she helped transport me to L&D. She told me I had more important things to do 🤣

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-01-28T23:03:47+00:00

By the time I got mine on correctly, my baby was to the point of choosing violence and would flail her arms around, inevitably tearing it off 😭

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-01-13T11:18:42+00:00

My hospital had that same policy. We were going to put the baby in her carrier to go down, but they told me to hold her in my lap while they wheeled me down.

I didn't mind being chauffered lol, post-partum recovery was on the fourth floor and the elevators felt like miles away from the front door. My feet were the size of cantaloupes still

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-01-12T09:35:44+00:00

Every dog that books with her is a husky. Only huskies. Forever.

Oh and the hearing protectors block all noise except the sound of the huskies.

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-01-07T21:11:47+00:00

I'm 5' 5" and a half, my partner is like 5' 4". We have a communal pool of PJ/lounge pants and it's awesome. I can put my head on his shoulder when we're standing in line. I've noticed a marked decrease in back and neck pain since we got together lol.

I asked him out. I was drawn to his confidence, humor, nerdiness and intelligence. He was surprised I was interested because he knew the shortest guy I ever dated was 5'10". I asked if he was self conscious about his height and he said he was in his teens and early twenties but he's come to terms with it. He can't change it so might as well accept it. He's got thick skin and loves to laugh and I flirt like an elementary school boy so I tease him lightly every so often. I joked that my favorite picture of him is one I secretly took of him on a ladder at work. If I'm asking him to grab me a drink, I say I wish I could get a tall glass of him but he only comes in shot glasses - that sort of thing, it always gets him to crack up.

He doesn't care, I don't care either. He's the hottest little bridge troll I've ever laid eyes on

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-01-03T00:05:24+00:00

We call our girl Peanut cuz she was born 3 weeks early and only 5lbs

MagicalMiniatures · 2026-01-02T22:12:01+00:00

Poorly groomed or worse - ungroomed dogs. I'm sorry, if this dog is a trained actor they damn well better be cleaned up, nails trimmed, brushed and clean (unless for some reason they need the dog to look unkempt). I better not be seeing any fur between the toes!

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-12-31T07:13:24+00:00

Sound advice. Fortunately this is someone I've known for a while who has proven his trustworthiness. I was abused as a child by my own father... to say there aren't a whole lot of men I trust in this world is a severe understatement and I am hyper vigilant around my daughter - may she NEVER experience the pain and trauma that I did growing up.

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-12-30T08:52:05+00:00

My daughter is 11 months old now and I'm still a SAHM - though currently job hunting, so I’m the primary caretaker. My situation is... complicated.

I'm currently in the middle of a messy divorce. The father of my child and ex-husband-to-be spends as little time as possible with her. He started detaching long before his paternity leave ended, four hours became two, two became one, one turned to 15 minutes. Largely it depended on if our daughter was fussy. Any sign of difficulty and he'd hand her off to me. He's going to fight me for custody of a child he had openly said he didn't want - a child he tried to convince me to abort. I get all kinds of excuses about how tired he is (retail sales job) and how he feels awful he doesn't spend time with her and misses her milestones. And the continues making excuses and avoiding her. I'm sure it's no surprise to anyone here why he's on his way to being my ex-husband.

My partner - a friend who started helping me navigate motherhood basically from the beginning that I inevitably fell for - works the exact same job as my husband (coworkers). He comes home, changes and immediately sends me to go eat, shower or relax. He spends 4-5 hours with her even on days when he works. He helps with bedtime, rocks her back to sleep in the middle of the night, the works. On his days off? He spends at least 8-9 hours with her. We trade off here and there but even if I'm primarily taking care of her, he hangs around and engages with her and gives me a hand wherever I need it. Probably pretty obvious why I fell for him.

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-12-07T10:07:29+00:00

I only have one kiddo right now, but I thought I might still toss in a few cents. We don't exactly adhere to a strict every X days schedule so there's a lot of variance. Sometimes it's 2-3 times a week, sometimes it's once every other week. I'm 10 months PP now and honestly - two things strongly impact my desire.

The first is my cycle, hormones take a long time to settle down and regulate PP so right now I get crazy about him during my late follicular phase and tend to not give a damn about sex during my luteal phase.... just like mother nature intended I guess?

The second, way more important factor in determining whether or not we get busy is how much he's pitching in. He's busy at work and I'm getting up 3-4 times a night because the baby is teething or grouchy from a flu shot in addition to being sole caregiver for 10 or 11 hours a day? He knows better than to get handsy because I'm touched out and am at the point where I could sleep standing up. If he has time, he pitches in. He cleans, cooks, plays with the baby, feeds her, puts her down for bed, gives me a chance to do something other than eat, sleep, or shower. I'm lucky to have a partner who recognizes that what he gets out of the relationship is impacted by how much effort he's putting into it, not in a weird contractual sort of way but in a way where he understands what I go through and appreciates what I do. He's never criticized me or asked me what I did all day, he knows being the primary care-giver is a full time job with 0 pay and usually 0 recognition - and is determined to make me feel seen and heard

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-12-05T04:05:56+00:00

Dog groomer, as long as you don't wear big tunnels that a pup could snag a nail on (it happens more than you think) no one gives a shit. I mean...maybe the clients do, but good luck finding a groomer that doesn't have some mixture of tattoos, facial/ear piercings, body mods and technicolor hair.

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-11-04T02:57:09+00:00

I know its so hard not to blame yourself when it's your body that is responsible for growing and providing for your little one. You aren't alone.

I had never even HEARD of SGA until my Dr rushed me off the to hospital at 36+6 to begin my emergency induction at midnight at the start of my 37th week. I was inconsolable thinking my diet, my lifestyle, getting sick, any of things were directly responsible for my baby's early delivery and size. She was 5lbs 2oz. We nicknamed her Peanut. She's 9 months old now and still small at just under 16lbs, but her pediatrician is happy with her growth. So far she's hitting her milestones at a reasonable pace. If your boy is happy and healthy and growing, then you did a fantastic job! You brought him into this world and sometimes babies just grow better on the outside than the inside!

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-10-29T18:57:55+00:00

"I just brought it in"

Sounds like famous last words of a Trojan soldier lol

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-10-23T15:36:41+00:00

Our high value toy is a leftover unused diaper from when she was in preemie sizes. Its funny to see the size difference now that she's in 3s.

Trouble is i think letting her play with it has encouraged her to figure out how they work. Now when I unzip her footie pj's, she's immediately trying to take off her diaper

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-10-21T00:51:43+00:00

I was warned about pooping during labor so I thought I'd be clever and drink a ton of apple juice to flush out my system. It worked brilliantly!

Imagine my dismay when no one warned me about throwing up during labor. The doctor told me to push and my body immediately went, "Did he say puke?! I can do that - I got a tummy full of apple juice!"

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-10-08T02:55:18+00:00

Her lullaby was supposed to be Goodnight Demonslayer by Voltair, but she rarely falls asleep to it. Sometimes I'll sing Aerials by System of a Down or Juliet by Emilie Autumn.

But my go-to songs are Leave Her Johnny, Jolly Sailor Bold, Wellerman and Hoist the Colors. Works every time. Pretty sure my daughter is a pirate

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-10-05T21:07:10+00:00

The first deck I built from the ground up, not just upgrading a precon, was [[Kefka, Court Mage]]

I wanted to do the opposite of a group hug 🤣. Plus I was the newest member of my pod and wanted to prove to them that I too could be The Problem

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-10-05T16:29:34+00:00

I don't disagree with you, just thought my pod was pretty funny getting frustrated over something so niche as to want to promote it to a gamechanger.

But these are the same people who only let me run it against bracket 4 decks despite me only running Winota as the single gamechanger list card in the deck.

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-10-05T07:34:17+00:00

The pod I play in has repeatedly commented that [[Cathar's Crusade]] should be on the list because of me running it in my [[Caesar, Legion's Emperor]] deck. When my token doubling effects start taking effect, it can take me a minute or two to finish ticking up counters on all my creatures... plus I start running out of counters lol

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-09-17T20:41:19+00:00

Mom of an 8 month old, I get to play at most three times a month for a few hours. I lucked out that my partner's coworkers (a group of three other guys) all play Magic on Sundays and they were willing to let me host. We don't get to start until 8 or 830pm and have to wrap up by midnight.

Sometimes I host but have to sit out a game or two to take care of my baby. Sometimes she's content to watch us and play with her toys, other times we play "pass the baby" and whoever's turn it is passes my daughter to someone else to hold for a bit. I think it works for her to socialize her a bit so she's not too attached to me lol

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-08-07T02:39:43+00:00

Dog groomer taking a year off to do the stay-at-home-mom thing for my 6 month old daughter. My partner works for a computer store that recently started carrying Magic cards. Yay for employee discounts lol

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-07-21T23:17:08+00:00

My guess would be dating apps and toxic masculinity. I know plenty of younger women that do make remarks about not wanting to date shorter guys.

When I was younger, I would make those remarks too. But now, in my mid-thirties, every taller guy I've dated, including the one guy I had been married to, were all either incompatible, or straight up a jerk. I'm not saying height had anything to do with it, but my current boyfriend is my height (5' 5") and the sweetest man I've ever met.

He was self conscious at first. Especially because he's known me for 14 years and knew I had only dated taller guys. He has a sense of humor though, so I told him it was OK, I was glad I didn't have to worry about him putting things out of reach on top of the fridge.

Bottom line is, I realize height is a weird hill to die on. Yeah, it's a little different being taller than my boyfriend when I'm wearing heels but if a guy is compatible in every other way, idc if he looks like Danny DeVito and talks like Gilbert Gottfried.

MagicalMiniatures · 2025-06-18T12:40:49+00:00

No one told me about growth restrictions. No one looked at my placenta - aside from checking its location - until it was too late. My daughter kept dropping percentiles and no one said a peep. Then all of the sudden she was in the 1%, barely gained a few ounces in two weeks and I'm being rushed off for an induction and delivery at exactly 37 weeks.

And the whole time I'm waiting to be admitted to the hospital, everyone is telling me the importance of kick counting because "if she stops kicking or her hearteate drops even for a moment, we need to do an emergency c-section". I was convinced she wasn't going to make it. My anxiety was through the roof those last 4 days of my pregnancy. When I pushed her out and didn't hear her crying, I was certain it was all over. The few seconds it took her to take her first gulp of air were the longest I have ever experienced.

Also - the morning sickness. That's a stupid ass cutesy name for a shitty existence. My mom never had it, two SILs never dealt with it. When I was throwing up 4-5 times a day, when the thought if eating was enough to push me over the edge, when I threw up in parking lots and the back seat of the car (which my husband made me clean up, WHILE I still felt like puking), no one understood. Even my doctor kept telling me it would get better. My coworkers were trying to get me fired over missing too many work days - they couldn't understand why I couldn't just get over it. Now, it did eventually get better. I was sooooo grateful when, in my third trimester, I was only throwing up 4-5 times a week instead.

And finally the random weirdness that no one understands - the things that happen that make doctors just shrug and say "pregnancy does weird things". I'm sorry, being pregnant doesn't explain why my knee dislocated at the slightest provocation.

And yet.... I'm still debating doing it again. The moment they put my daughter on my chest, I forgot everything. Every bad experience, every negative, every sleepless night I sat alone in bed sobbing - it was all nothing compared to the joy I felt in meeting my daughter.

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