sometimes parenting can make you feel just a little crazy

The oldest, age 9, 3rd grade, a.k.a. Frank Sinatra - wants to do everything his way, is crazy for dames and his expressive (albeit green) eyes will surely win hearts.  Not least of all, he's got a way of getting under people's skin.

The middle, age 6, 1st grade, a.k.a. Danny Kaye (formerly John "Duke" Wayne) - he has this thing for physical humor that cracks me up. He uses his long, lanky limbs for slapstick and makes goofy faces, but he can also be serious and soft at the same time.

The youngest, age 5, kindergarten, a.k.a. Rosy Cheeks (formerly Phyllis Diller) - her baby hair cowlicks and ability to ham things up earned her the Phyllis Diller moniker, but she has long outgrown it.  She is utterly unique and her own person.  She'll insist on sleeping with her stuffed dinosaur, which she also insisted had to be pink. Part scientist and part ballerina, she's just all-around rosy.

The husband, a.k.a. Hubby - part support system, part counterbalance, he's seen me at my worst and inspires me to be my best.  And it's a good thing he's cute.

Me, the librarian/writer/mom/wife - managing to keep it all together and not let anything...not too much, at least...fall through the tiny cracks in my brain.


Did I mention we also have two dogs?