Meet Bean.
Our eldest child, Bean is 10 going on 42. She is a true artist and a fierce defender of the downtrodden. Bean is creative, gorgeous, brilliant, sleeps for 12 hours a day and is ALWAYS hungry. I might be her mom, but I want to be Bean when I grow up.
Meet Noodle.
Although he is an identical twin, Noodle is a full hour older than his brother, thus forever securing bragging rights. He is a lover of all things zombie-related, peanut butter and superheroes. It is a well-documented fact that Noodle gives primo snuggles, despite his blanket-hogging tendencies.
Meet Roo.
The yin to Noodle’s yang, Roo has survived his six years on Earth via a diet of cold hot dogs and Goldfish crackers. He is always ready to tell you a story, a joke or demo his favorite Fortnite dance. God is using Roo to conduct sleep deprivation experiments on our family. I haven’t slept past 4am in six years and I think I’m starting to smell in color, but this is fine. Everything is fine.
Meet Pook.
Pook is our miracle child. Born with a genetic syndrome and not expected to live, this girl has spent every day since kicking her limitations straight in the face. She has the best laugh in the world and, despite my daily attempts to bathe and groom her, ends every day looking like Lieutenant Dan.
Meet Boogie.
Pook’s twin brother, this boy is a tank. He’s got the best hair in the family and is my sole hope for an even-tempered child. Boogie’s hobbies include pulling cords from the wall, attending support meetings for his string cheese addiction and avoiding trouble by being completely adorable.
My Five Ring Circus 