When I began this blog almost a year ago, I set a few rules for myself. I would try to post at least 3 times a week. I wouldn’t post on weekends. I didn’t want this site to run my life, simply document it. I would also try to keep a certain amount of anonymity as a precaution. Keeping my name, as well as J’s, out of it I thought would be enough.
But why protect J and myself, but not my kids?
Truth be told, I’ve been increasingly uncomfortable as the number of visitors here has risen. That’s the point of a public website, though. I love it when people read. I love it when you comment. Those of you who share back with me are not the ones who make me nervous, but there are millions of other people out there. Especially since these moments that I decide to write about belong to my kids. This is just as much their site as it is mine, but they didn’t ask to be a part of it. If I’m going to base the majority of my posts around them, I should at least offer them the same courtesy and privacy I’ve given J and myself. If not more. That just makes sense. Not to mention sets my mind at ease.
With that said, from here on out my oldest son will be known as Jedi (Star Wars, obviously), my almost 4 year old is Buzz (as in Lightyear, from Toy Story), and my daughter is Abby (Cadabby, a nod to Sesame Street). I hope this doesn’t confuse anyone too much, including me.