When I first bandied about the idea of blogging about being a grandma in 2009, my one and only grandson was one year old. As he'd be the star of the show, I asked my middle daughter — Megan, mother to my grandboy — if I could post photos of him and stories about him... as long as I didn't use his real name, didn't reveal where he lived. For safety reasons.

Megan not only gave me permission to share stories and such about my grandson with the world, she allowed me to use his nickname, too, in place of his real name. Thus Bubby made his debut on Gramma's blog, on Grandma's Briefs.

Three years later came grandson No. 2. I initially dubbed him Birdy — a nickname Megan hated and had no qualms about telling me so. Just call him Mac because it's kinda sorta like his name, she urged. Mac it was!

Three years after Mac came another grandson. I nicknamed him Jak. Which had absolutely nothing to do with his real name, but it rolled off the tongue (and blog posts) when naming the three boys: Bubby, Mac, and Jak.

I've been quite diligent about using those nicknames for my grandsons. At times I'd have to scurry to the computer hours after a post had been published when upon rereading, I'd notice I screwed up and used one or more boys' real name and needed to quickly correct it. If photos of the boys included a name on a T-shirt, artwork, awards, gift tags or such, I blurred them out with photo editing software of some sort.

I was determined to never reveal the reality of my grandsons' long deliberated over names. Adorable one carefully chosen according to Megan's parameters that demanded her kids' names have two syllables, like Mom's and Dad's names, and ended with the same sound, like Mom's and Dad's names. (Which will make sense once you see their names.)

A few weeks ago I was contacted by a writer for Upworthy.com. She wanted to interview me about how I stay connected with my long-distance dearies using techy sorts of stuff. And she wanted to use the real names of those dearies with whom I connect in the article.

Names I'd never shared online. Gah!

I asked Megan if that might be okay. It was more than okay, she expressed. In fact, Preston couldn't stand the nicknames I used for his sons, she revealed, and would be pleased as punch if I'd just use their real names in everything published about them. Including my blog posts.

So I provided the real names for that article. Which you can read by clicking the title below — after reading the rest of this post, of course:

One grandmother has found a way to help her daughter out from miles away

Well, now that the real names of Bubby, Mac, and Jak are revealed elsewhere for all the world to see — and now that I know their dad would prefer I never, ever use their bloggy nicknames again — what the heck! I can and will use their real names on Grandma's Briefs.

So dear friends, let me introduce you to my real grandsons. Well, my grandsons by their real names. Which I will use forever going forward when writing about them here on Grandma's Briefs.

Here goes (with selfies taken when I visited them last weekend!):

My eldest grandson whom you all know as Bubby is actually...

BRAYDEN!

My middle grandson, best known here as Mac is really...

CAMDEN!

Last but not least, their little brother, whom you know as Jak, is none other than...

DECLAN!

Woot! Those are my boys!

I apologize for any confusion going forward on who's who now that I've thrown these new-to-you names at ya. But the B C D order of their names should help in recalling oldest down to youngest. See, B = Brayden (eldest), C = Camden (middle), D = Declan (youngest). As easy as BCD!

Three names that complement the names of Mom and Dad: Megan and Preston. Cute, right!?

Now, I also have a bonus grandson I've written about. His name is Bud. On the blog.

Because I'm revealing the reality of my biological grandsons, I requested permission to share Bud's real name, too. To use his real name going forward when writing about Brianna's stepson, Patrick's biological son.

I was granted permission.

Dear friends, let me introduce you to Bud — by his real name...

JAMES!

There ya have it. My real grandsons, all four of them. By their real names.

I'm delighted to finally introduce you to each one.

And doubly delighted I no longer have to blur out names on adorable photos of any of them!