I can’t do it anymore. I can no longer go on referring to my sons as Luigi and Frankie in this blog. I’ve tried to get used to it, but it feels just plain wrong. May the god of Internet privacy and safety help me, I must come clean and start referring to them by their real names. (Well, Luigi and Frankie are their real names, but a play on their middle names of Louis and Francis.) Luigi, my soon-to-be three year old and too clever by half, is really Tristan. And Frankie, my mischievous and marvellous one-year old goes by Simon in the real world.
Ahhhhh, that feels so much better!
P.S. If you are an evil ne’er-do-well sort, kindly ignore this post and move along to wreak havoc somewhere else.
At first I referred to my children by their first inititals…but, like you, I had to stop because the not-real-name-thing just didn’t feel right. I’ve been doing it–calling them by their names–for a year or so now and it seems okay.
Eve
Darn – was getting rather attached to their pseudo-identities. They were the ‘pretend Italian kids’ to me. Ah well – fun while it lasted.
Nancy
Thank god! Tristan is far too beautiful a name to be hidden….
But as a total cyber stalker phobe, I can certainly understand why you did it in the first place.
Oh, and while you are being so forthright, perhaps you should admit that Frankie and Luigi are actually the two men who are responsible for supper 6 nights a week at chez Danigirl. Thus still very near and dear to your heart.
It was very touching of you to give your kids pseudonyms based on your favorite Italian eatery or pizza joint.
BTW — I’m thinking of having an affair with your city. Ottawa is fabulous!