I have to believe that as a mother of four young children, I have something to offer to the blogosphere. I have done this before and ran out of steam after just a few posts so here's to a more successful run at sharing my voice. First and foremost, my family:
Me: I suppose I'll go by Vanessa.
The husband: We'll call him Brandon. Pleased to say that after almost nine years of marriage, he still hasn't kicked me to the curb.
Number 1: Melaina, age 9. So refreshing to have a first-born that we have made absolutely no mistakes with.
Number 2: The Drew man, age 4. Everything and more that you would expect a boy to be.
Number 3: Addy, age 3. There once was girl with a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead . . .
and Number 4: Megan, 2.5 months. Simply to keep my days as a milk machine alive.
We are trying to be good parents. We would like to not screw any of them up too bad. Some days, I feel like we are doing it right. Other days, I'm pretty sure they are all going to pull a Drew Barrymore in Irreconcilable Differences on our asses. Time will tell, I suppose . . .
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