The Family

Me:  I work full time, am married to a great guy Tim, and am a mom to a wiggle monster named James.  I like reading, writing, scuba diving, working out, baking bread, and chasing James around of course.  I hate folding laundry.

Tim:   My husband of almost 16 years.  He is a good daddy because he knows how to microwave chicken nuggets, is willing to play at the drop of a hat, and patiently teaches James to use power tools.  He can fix pretty much anything, and works tirelessly on home remodeling projects and is building a 510 Datsun from the ground up.  He love, loves, loves Formula 1 racing, and mourned for months when Michael Schumcher retired.

James is 5, and he is growing faster than I can handle.  He started talking before he could walk.  His first word was vacuum.  He loves chicken nuggets, having someone read How to Train Your Dragon, watching movies, playing with his friends, and hugging.  He frequently wears nothing but underwear.

The Cats:  We have two feral cats, brother and sister, named Boy Cat, Hell Boy, Dlash, Dragon 5 and Girl Cat, Mittens, Sister, Cost Plus.  James is in charge of their names, which change frequently.  Good thing they only really care about food.

The Fish:  He doesn’t have a name, he lives in a tank in our kitchen, and I think he is significantly lonely.  He used to have a friend, but his friend didn’t make it.  James used to enjoy feeding him regularly, but that ended a while back.

What Doin’?:  James is notorious for asking this question over, and over, and over.  He has pestered every family member and multiple friends with this question, that while cute, could be extremely frustrating.  This was a phase, and I miss his insistent tugging on my pant leg, and his pipey voice asking “What Doin Mommy?”