I love having three kids. I am one of those people who might have happily had half a dozen children but decided three was the perfect number when I was preggo with the last one. We had our two daughters so little man coming along completed things for us.
Vana – the oldest of our brood left for college last fall. She attends a small private college nearby, lives at the dorm, and comes home several times a month if we are lucky. She is a movie/netflix junkie, likes to shop for scarves, bake cookies, still let’s me braid her long chocolate-brown hair, and is following her dreams.
Cat- our second, occasional drama queen, lover of music, her cell phone, , and cats. She wants to be a kindergarten teacher when she grows up. She is smart as a whip and has a killer sense of humor. Her impersonations are legendary in our family.
Bubba Man- The baby, my baby. Totally tender-hearted, gives me multiple hugs every single day,likes to fish with his Daddy, loves his numerous chickens whom he calls his babies, make us all laugh, enjoys video games, legos, and is simply the absolute sweetest boy I know.
B- The husband, my forever love. We are in it for the long haul. He is a great dad, a big personality, and tells me I am beautiful and wonderful when I feel anything but that.
Phoebe- our 9 pound spoiled rotten shih tzu, finicky eater, looks like a cross between an ewok and oscar the grouch when she is having a had hair day which is often, doesn’t like other dogs, likes chickens, cats are ok as long as they don’t touch her highness.
Sirius- the cat, major sleeper, eats dog food, house broken (which is awesome because I hate litter boxes), goes to the door and meows to be let outside. He sleeps under our dining room chairs or beside me on the couch.