Yet Another Name Change

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We’ve been through this before. The boy’s blog name is changing again.

Why?

I’m so glad you asked.

Blame it on Husband. Go ahead. I’ll wait. Done? Ok, here’s the deal.

We decided from the beginning not to use our real names on the blog. It was a personal decision, not a reflection on anything or anyone in particular. The people who know us, know us, and those who don’t, well, don’t.

When we found out we were having a baby, I knew we’d have to come up with a blog name. When we found out it was a boy, I decided I liked the name Chickster and started calling him that before he was born.

And then somewhere along the way, I got lazy and decided to just call him C here on the blog.

And that, my friends, is apparently where I went wrong.

Wrong? How is that wrong?

You’re asking good questions today.

Because of my liberal discussions about C, and probably the fact that the boy’s name does indeed begin with the letter C, many people have begun to call him that in real life.

And every time Husband hears that, he loses just a little piece of his sanity. Not good. Because I steal his sanity away in large chunks, the last thing I need is someone else chipping away at it.

You see, we are not fans of the nickname in real life. I had a few as a kid that I didn’t care for loathed. And though I don’t think Husband ever had any nicknames, he did try going by his middle name once in 4th grade when he went to a new school. An attempt that failed miserably because he forgot he was supposed to be answering to his middle name.

And so, since we apparently like to make a mountain out of a molehill, we will now change the boy’s blog name to his real name. That’s right…his real name. Most of you already know it anyway. And since Husband dies a little inside when he hears someone calling the boy “C,” I quit trying to keep it a national-security-level-secret and posted a picture of his birthday cake with his name on it.

Real stealthy, huh?

I thought maybe a “soft open” would be the best route. But in a way, I sort of feel like Scooter Libby outing an undercover CIA agent, ruining a life-long web of lies and secrets that many people worked hard to maintain.

Oh well. I guess from now on, we’ll just call the boy Caedmon.

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