I'm not sure where to begin. I'm feeding a baby with one hand, trying to manage a new and different phone with another, and begging my toddlers to go to sleep after an hour of jumping on their beds and stealing one another's blankets. The baby has a Birth to Three evaluation this afternoon, my oldest hasn't finished his schoolwork, and I'm still in my pajamas.
The sink is clean, though, so I guess I'm not a total failure.
Where do I begin? Who am I? What am I? If my immediate impulse is to describe myself by describing my children, what does that say about me?
Moose, 6, is my oldest son and a homeschooled kindergartner. He loves trains, robots, and ducks, and he's amazingly bright and creative.
Bee, 3, is my beloved daughter. She's loving, funny, and has an overall wonderful disposition. She has her mother's temper when she reaches her limit, though, so watch out. Favorites: books and crafts.
Bear, 2, is my younger son and the clown of the house. He has joined Moose in his train obsession, but he prefers to knock things down over building them up. He joined our family at one month old and was adopted in Summer 2015.
Cricket, 4 months old, is our foster son and newest addition to the madhouse. He is one of the cutest and sweetest babies ever. Try to say otherwise and my older kids might attack you.
Me? I'm headed up on 30, love to read and garden when I don't have quite so many tiny people clinging to me, love the outdoors, and am fueled mainly by coffee and a few good friends. I'm a geek and prefer a lab over a party any day, but with four kids, piñatas are easier to come by than petri dishes. I'm married to the Engineer, and we make our home in a little log cabin in the foothills of West Virginia.
So there we are. There I am. A mom--a wife--a person, raising other tiny people as best I can. Not always succeeding, but hey, they're all breathing and no one's bit anyone yet today, so I'm going to call it a win.
