Cee is our firstborn. She has her dad’s dry sense of humor and my bossiness. She was diagnosed at 4 with SOJIA and does her best to live life with a smile. Usually she can be found hiding somewhere with a book. After years of waiting, she has finally received her First Communion!
Elle came a little less than 2 years after Cee. She is always creating–with play-doh, markers, cubes, duplos, even her food. She wants to be a cowgirl when she grows up and is a great little helper. She can’t wait to learn how to cook.
Moe is a tornado. A hurricane. An earthquake. He was born almost 3 years after Elle as the sweetest, most easy-going baby ever. As soon as he started moving, everything changed. He likes to take things apart, build things, listen to stories, avoid being potty-trained, and generally live on the wild side.
Bea is sugar and spice and everything nice. Joining a family with a tornado can be a challenge, but she has made the best of it. Bea spends her free time eating yuckies off the floor.
David. My husband. My anchor. He likes Irish music, German food, and good beer. He dreams of an acreage with goats so he won’t have to mow the lawn. Our journey together began in college and included him dressed as a bottle of ketchup for Halloween. Be. Still. My. Heart. He is always pushing me– to try new foods, to teach NFP, to start a blog. What a guy.
Here I am with Baby Bea. Mothering is the bestest, hardest, messiest, most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done. I worry that I am not enough for the beautiful family with which I’ve been blessed… It helps to remember St. Therese’s admonition to “do little things with great love.” My days are filled with lots of little things. And great love.