Rock The Vote

Ok, so Copper has issues.

Specifically, my beloved husband is beginning to openly rebel against the notion that our beautiful son is known on this blog as "Joyboy".

Now, I hope all of you do realize that "Copper" is not my husband's real name. He does HAVE a real name and it is delightful. But because he is a veteran police Sergeant and has been around the block in neighborhoods that I have not, his understanding of the perils of internet and convictions against protecting our real names on public domain sites are written in violet in our home. My obedience of his direction in this area is not half-hearted. Copper has worked cases involving innocent children and adults who have been enormously harmed by the dark side of the internet, and those stories haunt me. This powerful tool we have to connect our lives, share information, and create a cyber community is not without it's very real risks. My seeking to limit that risk explains the lack of personal photos on this blog, and the fact that we are known here by nickname only.

My daughter is not really named "LaLa". That name is potentially only appropriate for a Boobah and flamboyant South American singers. The monniker "Copper" is obviously related to the fact that my sweet husband is a police officer - a COP. "Joyboy" is my son's nickname here because he is such a sheer and whole source of joy to me.

It is with this last nickname ~ Joyboy ~ that Copper has recently shared his great displeasure.

He has issues.

Copper says it is rather effeminate. Inappropriate, he tells me. Not a strong name, surely. Wimpy and infantile. Rather unbefitting the pure dynamo, pure BOY child of ours. Just plain bad, he said.

And there were accompanying faces that were liberally offered as punctuation to this discussion. Let us not forget those. Copper excels at making his point known through laughter, which usually involves the contortion of some part of his body, chuckling, and gleefully raised eyebrows. I am convinced that he shares some hidden genetic relation to Jim Carrey. He is an adorable, wry, rabble rouser whose personality is eerily similar to that that Jim Halpert guy on the show, the "Office". You know the one. That brilliant, longsuffering guy with the heart of gold but the sheer smart aleck wit, who delights in annoying the heck out of Schrute.

That guy. I am married to that guy. And it is a fantastic journey.

Ok, so I admit: calling a child "Joyboy" does probably wear out its welcome at about the same time diapers begin waning. And since we are at that moment in time and I do not wish to scar my husband or child for life, I am hereby endeavoring to re-nick-name my boy child.

So, I would like to enlist you all in a quest to RENAME JOYBOY.

I am now soliciting all suggestions for establishing a new nickname for my sweet little two~year~old snuggly Tyrannosaurus son. Please openly submit your opinions in the comments section, and I will choose the winner on Friday, May 26. So there better actually BE some suggestions in the comment section to choose from or I will be tempted to feel let-down, crestfallen, and abandoned by my blogger frinds. Well, maybe not all of that, but pretty please help me to choosing a new deliberately-NON-feminine, boyish nickname for my baby boy...

LET'S RE-NAME JOYBOY!