Okay, so calling my helpful dad, "mule boy" wasn't perhaps the most respectful of names. But I must admit, I'm a bit obsessed with nicknames. Byron (if anyone knows him-- you'll soooo understand) is known as McGyver at my house. Fortunately or unfortunately, he must also be perceived as McGyver by many of our friends. I can't tell you how often our garage houses friends and neighbors snowmobiles, 4 wheelers and vehicles that need a little TLC and know-how.
Holland is known as LuLu Bell, Sweat Socks (thanks Todd) and Squawky.
Greer is GiGi-love, Gassy goose and Lu.
Reese is Reese's Pieces, the Pirhanna (she's tiny but has a mouthful of teeth-- thanks Uncle Craig) and when she was really little, the girls called her Bagel (don't ask me why), Mato (as in Tomato), Bibel (pronounced Bib-ul-- the girls came up with that one) and Muffin. When she was in the womb, we called her Princess Everlove. Holland and Greer came up with that and wanted that to be her name. It was a tough decision... but in the end Reese won out.