I have removed all of the information I once shared about my four children in my original Meet the Family section. Those words were written in 2014. They've grown. I've grown. This blog has grown.
Today, I'll tell you that I don't share much of anything about my children on the Internet.
When I mention them in writing, I use the chocolaty-covered candy nicknames of Reese, Trixie, Chip and Marshall. I concocted those names late one night while snacking on something sweet.
What I can say is I am constantly surprised at how different each child is from the others. How is it possible that two parents can create such drastically varied offspring? Each one is unique and engaging and warm and silly and inquisitive and challenging and imaginative and relaxed, except they never seem to exhibit those similar qualities at the same time.
Is it their job to keep us guessing? We dodge and think and maneuver and plan...and we think we have an answer. We think we know who they are. Who we are. We think we know how to manage the family. Then...no. Then they change. Then we change. What stays? Love.
It is the best we can do. Love.
So, what can I tell you about my family that I am sure will not change?
We are a loud, bustling family of six.
You can see as I describe part of our typical day during week two of summer vacation:
1. Attend swim lessons-surprisingly easy.
2. Take an impromptu trip to the optometrist for glasses repair (note: do not sit on glasses at the beach).
3. Cancel plans to visit the fantastic park next to the eye doctor because of a sudden thunderstorm.
4. Return home and throw together a mishmash oven lunch of pizza rolls, chicken nuggets and French fries. (They have grapes and milk...don't feel too guilty).
5. Go see Finding Dory! Ignore complaints about sharing drinks and popcorn and then watch half of the popcorn spill onto the floor before even settling into seats.
6. Make an obligatory stop at the grocery store for milk on the way home and notice how much physical space our family takes up as it moves through the building. Try to corral the herd. Try to contain the noise. Give up.
7. Thankfully arrive at the minivan with four children. Crank up the radio. Sing 80s songs the kids don't know. Smile as they all sing something current and cool.
8. Remind them how much they're loved.
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