Tiny crackers, the sorts of foods in miniature and in individual packaging that one becomes intimately familiar with as a parent. It is also what parenting does to your brain. Nuts, batty, cuckoo, loony...whatever your word preference be sometimes being a parent makes me feel just a tiny bit crackers. I love my children, I truly do, and I love being a parent, but there are times when I just can't make this stuff up and either laugh or cry or both. So, without further ado, I introduce me and my family. Me: library information specialist, presently a homemaker, aspiring paid writer, habitual photographer, wife and mother.
My husband: My rock, my partner-in-life, father to my children and occasional cause of eye-rolling and teeth-gritting. I've called him many things, but my newest favorite came from our keenly observant first-born who looked at his chewable vitamin this morning and declared, "Look! My vitamin looks like Daddy!" So, in honor of the 4-year-old, we'll call my hubby Fred.
Child #1: We could call him Monty Hall because he's always trying to make a deal, but I know that's indicative of many kids his age. Plus, his dad and I are the ones who started the deal-making business in the first place to make him think he had some control over his life. A more accurate label for this kid really is Mini-Fred. The second thing the nurse said when he was born (the first being "It's a boy!") was "Looks like Dad!" and he has persisted in being Fred's little clone ever since.
Child #2: Born about 2 1/2 years after the first, he is very big for his age and so is able to wear almost all of his older brother's hand-me-downs. This one we'll call Moose. Don't let the name fool you, though, he's not a hulk of a kid, rather he's tall, lean and quite light on his feet. He has a great ear for music and loves to hold my hand while dancing (insert awww here).
Child #3: My little girl, my bundle of happiness with bright eyes, cupid bow lips and two mirror-image cowlicks at the top of the crown of her head that swirl her angelic blond hair upright into a mini mohawk...I'd love to call her Spike, but a more apropos nickname is Rosy*. You can see her cheeks from space, they're so chubby.
Add two dogs to the mix and you've got a three-ring circus at our house. Please enjoy the show.
*must give thanks to a kindred spirit for the inspiration for this one