From the parental generation: honey pig and petit chou (which I've probably misspelled)

From our generation: kiddo, oh apple of my pie, little tundra flower, sun god, and you-there-I-live-with-you. This last is probably an alternative to remembering the actual name; we're both Aquarians and so tend to forget names, despite 21+ years of marriage. Even our own names. Details, details. The important thing is to remember the reason for the endearments.

"'Round the table now we go; catch me at the corner."

Tsyganka