A rose by any other name...

My mom has been following my blog. Contrary to my post about moms and Facebook, it has been fine that she is reading along, and has actually been very encouraging. Today she sent me an email about the advice from Consumer Reports about Facebook and blogging:

These are safeguards to prevent identiy theft and for the security of your
children and home:

Don't post your full name
Don't post the city you live in
Don't name your children
Check-out the safeguards provided by Facebook and your blog to ensure privacy.
Update those pages regularly.

I don't know what changes you can make on your blog after the fact, but
I know that some of the items listed above are already posted. It would be easy
to find your home, talk to your kids, and come off as one of your friends to
your kids because they could provide personal info found on your blog.

I'm not so worried about Facebook because I know all the people who are my friends there. And my privacy settings are as high as possible. But since this blog is open to the public (you will notice that I have thousands of followers), I'm going for a bit of anonymity.

Honestly, I'm feeling a little paralyzed at the task of choosing nicknames for my family for this blog. I LOVE nicknames and believe it's important to be able to get at least three nicknames out of each of my kids' real names. However, almost all the nicknames I have for them include their name in some form. I want their references to be cute and clever but I'm not coming up with much.

For my husband, I think I'll just go with "The Hubs." I refer to him that way all the time when I write. For my daughter, I'm tossing around "Cinderella" (her favorite princess, and my way of tricking her to wipe up the floors), or "Pinkalicious" (because she is determined to wear pink in some form everyday). I'm not really happy with either of those. For my son, it's even harder. I've only known him for two months so far. We used to call him "Peabody" before our big ultrasound, but he's a 24.5" pea now. I kinda like "Seven Costanza" just because I think it's funny and any reference to Seinfeld makes me happy. But wouldn't typing that out get a little annoying after a while? "And then I turned to Seven Costanza and..." There is the tried and true "Maboob," a mullet-sporting white kid in the Riverside ghetto where I used to work. I think that would just end up making my blog pornographic. "The Hubs and I were giving Maboob a bath..." Maybe I'll pull a Dr. Seuss and name them Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Well, the pillow is calling. Last night, I was Beyonce` and torn between my two loves: Denzel Washington and Idris Elba. Tonight I'm fine being anyone, except Maboob.