Whooooooo Are You?

Who who, who who?

I used to really like CSI. Is that show still on? It was one of those pre-streaming shows that we would get from Netflix, back when they still sent you DVDs. We would watch the three or four episodes on the disk, stick them back in the mail, and wait two days to watch the next ones. Or, if I'm being honest, we would run to the Blockbuster in town, rent the next disk, and then our entire Netflix schedule would be messed up.

Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, right. Who we are. From oldest to youngest:

Jesse. Main man. Dad. I call him Sweetle, but you're not allowed to. We have been married for almost seventeen years. We have lived in six homes, including Harmony. We have owned upwards of twenty goats, ten cows, five dogs, fifteen pigs, and about a million chickens, turkeys, ducks, and one ill fated flock of baby Guinea fowl who disappeared less than 24 hours after we brought them home. When we met, Jesse had four cats. The man loves animals and has some Dr. Dolittle level communication skills with them. He is good at fixing anything from your computer to your truck, and he has worked remotely in software support for eleven years. I basically worship the ground he walks upon. He is the reason we get to travel.

Stacie. That's me. I am Mama. Jesse calls me Sweetle. You're allowed to, but I might look at you funny. I love to read, swim, and bake. I make spectacular sourdough bread and feta cheese, I like red wine and growing things in the dirt, and am a good singer. I am a recovering perfectionist.

The Brofessor is our oldest. He's thirteen and awesome. He's a currently suffering perfectionist, which we are working on. He loves Star Wars and Marvel and is becoming a fabulous cook.

Creato-Girl is eleven, and our artist. She is so witty and funny and wry that sometimes I forget that she's only eleven. She loves puns, paint, making ANYTHING, and once she told me that she wanted to go to the dump and collect trash to make into art. I'm amazed by her.

Robo-Kid is seven, and you can read about him in the post "Robo-Kid and the Bike." He's quirky and clever and loves robots and technology of any kind.

Honeybee is five. She's what you get when you assume that your semi-infertility is the same as birth control. She is EXACTLY the person we needed to complete our family: funny, wild, sweet, and fierce.

These are my people. I'm ridiculously lucky!