Meet my children

Most of you know my kids so I'll keep this relatively short & very sweet..because they're tooth achingly sweet.
First of all, yes my children have long names. I've been told by a select few people that they will indeed hate me for this later in life. I'm hoping these people are just your stereotypical jackasses who don't know anything about life or who I am and that my children will learn to embrace their names.
No, Elliott's middle name is not a Star Wars reference. Please don't ask me again. If it were it wouldn't contain the "D".
This is typical Faith:

She is, in fact, my princess. She loves just as hard as she fights.
If you are wanting to get on her good side, be sure and bring some sort of lip gloss, lipstick, or just plain lip smackers will do in a pinch.
She loves giving people gifts. I cannot tell you how many times I've been gifted something completely random and wonderful. This collection includes rocks, dirty socks, her dad's floss, and flowers picked from our yard.
I'm sure you've heard the phrase "one track mind"? That's just scratching the surface of this kid's determination.
Her dad & I argue quite often as to who she gets her ridiculously hard head from. The fact that we argue about it so often & for so long will probably prove the theory that she got a double dose. With us as her parents she never stood a chance.
She knows the words to many a Kimya Dawson songs seeing as how that's all the poor kid ever gets to listen to in the car with her mom.
We do throw in the occasional Aquabats though. Rest assured my kids know that Friday day is pizza day & that is most definitely the best day of the week. If you don't know what I'm talking about go to your nearest independent record store & purchase an Aquabats album stat.



Elliott Django Stephen A.
I know you're going to ask me what the "A" stands for because, let's face it, nearly everyone does. Stephen A. is a family name from my husband's side. Legend has it that the "A" stands for Abraham but has gotten shortened to just the initial over the years.
He's either going to grow up to be a prize winner kickboxer or do vocals in a screamo band.
This kid has been blessed with one of the most amazing sets of lungs in the history of the human race.
And I have been kicked in the nose more than once when I've thought..he's finally broken it this time.
He definitely knows where his belly button, nose, eyes, ears, hair, teeth, mouth, feet, hands, penis, and button are because let's face it..I ask him nearly every day. I'm sure it's getting extremely old by now.
He also automatically associates a fart with the action of poop. Let one loose & he will tilt his head to one side & say "poop" as in to say.."listen, if you crapped your pants my mom's excellent at cleaning that shit up."

One moment my children love each other more than Donnie loves Marie. Wait..that's creepy. More than they love DJ Lance Rock. Other times it's I feel like we should put a ring in the living room & I install a little microphone that falls out of the ceiling so I can at least keep tabs on who wins each match.

I am far from a perfect mother & they are nothing but the most perfect children in the world. I still can't believe they're mine. I have this obsession of staring at them while they sleep & thinking "These are actually my chidlren?!"

Thanks for reading.
I hope you find this blog anything but boring, but hopefully I can share stories with you that prove there's no such thing as a perfect parenting method, a perfect mother, or a perfect life with kids.
There are ups & downs, but mostly ups.
Every day is seriously an adventure & I can't wake up each morning to find out what we'll be experiencing that day.