Family Updates

Since I updated you all on myself the other day, here’s an update on the whole crew.

The Hubs and I bought a company in April of 2024. It’s a daily game of trial by fire that brings me joy, laughter, tears, and the bubble guts. I love him now more than ever but question our collective sanity/judgement on a regular basis. Our children are forcefully teaching him how to accept love and affection. He is frequently subjected to new skincare routines, hair styles, and always has new designs on his toenail polish thanks to our girls. This man was meant to be a girl dad. His journey with PTSD is ongoing but he’s used his trials to open up more to other veterans in similar situations and encourage them to get the help they need. I’ve never been more proud to be his wife.

“The Boy” is a freaking giant and his new nickname is “Lurch” (as in the Adam’s Family). At a month shy of 13 he’s nearly 5’11 and wears size 13 boats on his feet. Poor boy grew so fast he’s forgotten how to use his knees and elbows I swear. I can no longer wash his shirts with mine or the hubs because we’re all wearing the same size and it gets confusing. He’s become quite the musician and plays keyboard, guitar, trombone, harmonica, and other random small instruments. We love him, he tolerates us. Welcome to the teenage years right?

Crazy Eyes” has grown into her eyes and yet they do indeed remain crazy. No shaking this nickname for her. As a true Gen Alpha she’s introduced words like “Riz”, “Sigma”, and “Preppy” into our household vernacular. She enjoys fashion, skincare, and stealing my shoes. She makes great grades and is a wonderful big sister. She still draws all the time and knows how to make us all laugh. Oh, she’s also only an inch shorter than me although she hasn’t even turned 11 yet. (Sensing a trend here?)

The Conqueror is now often called “Mag Pie” and has become obsessed with doing flips on her gymnastics bar. I have to chase her off of it at least once a day (usually immediately after she finishes eating dinner). She loves cooking with The Hubs and doing math (provided we can get her off the gymnastics bar). She loves wearing black and Wednesday Adams. (Mommy’s sweet little goth baby.) She’s remained the shy, quiet twin, so shy that she gets upset when we laugh at her loud farts. Seriously if she didn’t match her Twin I’d be concerned that she was switched at birth, poor thing. I’m not sure how growing up in this family will affect her but I can predict that therapy will be needed.

“The Hun” is now affectionately called “The Trash Goblin”. Lurch gave her the name and it stuck. She’s constantly stealing things from all over the house to make crafts with, including the trash and recycling bins. We had to give her her own craft desk to keep her chaos piles from taking over the entire kitchen table. She’s learning how to sew from my Mom and is really good at it. She’s a tiny ball of energy and talks from the moment she wakes up to the time her body finally gives out at night. She ran Biddy Cross Country this year and loved it and, although she claims she didn’t love soccer, she seemed to enjoy that as well. She is affectionate and snuggly and frequently needs to be reminded that not everyone wants hugs as often as she does.

Moose and The Little Bad Dog live on. She’s still a tiny nightmare and he’s still a big aggressive lover who pretends that no one shows him affection anytime someone comes to visit. He is still allergic to life and she still refuses to poop when we let her outside. At almost 11 we’ve given up and just keep an eye on her.

All in all, we’re doing well. Thank you to everyone who’s helped us, laughed with us, and rooted for our crazy crew over the past year and a half. We love you madly.