Dean has a lot of nicknames. Marcus and I like to fancy ourselves a bit like Sawyer from LOST and give people and things special names. There was a little convenience store just outside our apartment building in NYC that Marcus called the Hootie Mart. That's not what it was actually called, but I always knew what he meant. He actually referred to 3 different stores as Hootie Marts, and I always knew which one he was talking about. (Sweet or sad? The world may never know.) His creative naming has certainly carried over to things we call our child. Here's a list of some of our greatest hits:
Deano the Bambino: My dad actually coined this one right after Dean was born and it stuck. In fact, most of our friends call him "Deano."
Gangsta Dean: Another one from tiny babyhood, inspired by this hat:
Dean Bean: My mom and her friend Pauline gave him this one. Pauline's British and refers to herself as "Old Bean." She calls my mom "Kidney Bean" since her transplant, so when Dean came along, they naturally gave him a bean name of his own. How convenient that it rhymes.
Sham-Wow: I'm actually responsible and VERY proud of this one. Dean sometimes licks the side of the bathtub, which earned him this moniker.
Dingo Warrior: Marcus's favorite of Dean's pet names. He says it's his wrestling name.
Gigabyte: For when he gets the giggles.
Sancho Panza: Dean once picked up a wooden spoon as if it were a sword and he were going to help slay a windmill. That earned him this one.
Spinderella: When he spins around and around and around. Not to be confused with Tiny Dancer when he's doing ballet or Irish Step Dance.
Nermal: World's cutest cat. (nephew of Garfield) Short for Sweet Sweet Nermal Muffinhead.
Coco Chanel: Who knows.
Senor Stank-pants: If you'd ever changed one of Dean's diapers, you'd understand.
Frat Boy: Because he looks like one when he hasn't had a haircut in a while.
Hugh Heffner: When he wears flannel PJ's with the shirt unbuttoned.
Nudist: Self-explanatory, but usually involves him escaping a clothing or diaper change.
Evel Knievil: When he stands on his tricycle.
Poor sweet, innocent baby born to two crazy theatre people.