By Tabitha (From Single to Married) on February 23, 2009

Ha!  Don’t you just love nicknames!

By Heidi on February 23, 2009

I like that this post is filed under “Farts” and “Marriage.“ I suggest you add Al Bundy to the list and call it a day. ;)

By Katherine@RaisingFive on February 23, 2009

Hi Sarah - So nice to meet you here!  After having a few kids, I would love any nickname that made me reminisce of the size pants I wore back in the olden days.

Congratulations on your pregnancy!  I love babies, loved being pregnant - yes, even in the uncomfortable 3rd trimester.  It is truly a miraculous time.  Enjoy every, every moment!

Love,
Katherine

By mommyknows on February 23, 2009

They called me woodpecker or pecker-head (last name is Becker). It never really bothered me.

To me it was just a rhyme, nothing to do with me, BUT they also called me freckle face ... that bothered me!

By Mom24@4evermom on February 23, 2009

I was Silly Willey.  Plus, they loved to sing the song—Willie won’t go home.  I hated that song and I hated that nickname.  I like being a grown up.  :)

By toyfoto on February 24, 2009

I had no nicknames, but my husband’s family was scatilogical: He was Poo Pie (based on the look of his fecal matter)  and his sister was poppleberry (based on the sound of her farts).

By on July 26, 2009

Oh my gosh…I totally remember that nickname for you…. :) and remember I was Wolf-Farts. HAHAHA