The only nickname that I'm prepared to admit to is the name my childhood best friend's mother used to call me - it was K.
Short for Karen. I loved it. I always hoped it would catch on.
When I met my husband, though, he had worked with a woman called Kay and he just couldn't bring himself to use it for me!
So I have used it as a user name on some sites, just lengthed to MummyK to make it longer and to reflect my life now.
I am the only girl in my house.
It's not a problem. Believe me, I can hold my own!
But I have always referred to my Husband and two sons as my 'boys'.
It's OK, my lovely husband doesn't mind!
In my years before children, I once worked as the admin support for three officers.
One from the British Army, one from the RAF and one from the Navy.
David, our Navy man, always used to refer to any trips as 'Jolly Boy Outings' - despite the fact that two of us were girls!
(Either that or Gay Boys Expeditions - don't ask!!!).
So when I had boys of my own, it seems only natural to use the phrase again.
So there you have it, a blog name was born.