Family is everything. Some days my heart is so filled with love that I feel as though it’ll burst.
My husband, Jason, is my rock. Words cannot describe how much I love this man. Born to be a father, he is everything that is right about being a dad. There is no end to how much he does for me and our family every single day.
Talk about two peas in a pod…we’re so like-minded that sometimes it’s scary. We were both rapidly swept up and fell madly in love with each other on our very first date.
That first date (a whopping 17 hours long) consisted of two college football games: first UCLA at the Rose Bowl, followed by chili cheeseburgers and the Hawkeyes on the big screen at The Boat; then an exchange of life stories into the wee hours of the morning. I mean…seriously, what more could you ask?!
We both knew on that date that this was “it”.
Gavin – our fiercely independent toddler – is such an adorable, challenging, determined, and stubborn little boy. Hmmm…I wonder where he gets that stubborn independence from? Yes, both Mom and Dad.
Although Gavin loves to put both Jason and I through our paces in parenting on a daily basis, we love that he’s such a little character with a strong personality. He’s strong willed and determined just like his mother, yet knows (and does) whatever he wants just like his father. Basically, all the most annoying traits about ourselves demonstrated in mini-human form. 😉
Joslyn is our sweetest, happiest little bundle of joy. We got extremely lucky when it comes to babies…they are the most happy, calm, sweet, and easiest babies ever. If all babies were like these two, I’m pretty sure I’d have a dozen.
However, payback is a bitch. If Gavin’s ‘Terrible Twos’ were any indication of how ours make the 180 transition from baby to toddler…then we’re in for a wild ride with Joss.
But for now, she’s still as sweet as pie. We call her our little peach. Looking forward to soaking up as many of those fleeting moments left as “baby” while they last.
This majestic beauty is Milo. He is, by far, the most dog-like kitty that ever was. He comes when his name is called, jumps on your lap and begs for love, chirps & sings with his meows & purrs, and is an all around love.
Riding through life beside me for going on 13 years now, we have been through some major things together. He’s helped me cope through devastating, unexpected losses of very close loved ones, cross-country moves, heartbreak…but also the very best of times that life has offered me.
Even though he’s an old man now, he’s such an effervescent and always youthful kitten-like little boy. He (and his late brother / litter-mate Bailey) were my very first babies. He’s a very special little guy who has touched my heart beyond imagine.
This gorgeous girl, Foxy (aka Fossy), is my biggest cuddle bunny ever. Poor Foss has to put up with all of my desperate fondling and forced cuddling in bed since she is the coziest, most beautiful critter ever.
Jason and I rescued her from the shelter when she was about three years old. She had a bit of an abusive past, so she has had some behavioral issues that we have had to work through and must continue remain careful with. Although she is a gangster when it comes to other dogs, she is the sweetest, kindest, gentlest soul when it comes to people and children.
After the addition of her human brother and sister, she’s an old pro with babies. I wouldn’t have been able to make it through my pregnancies without this girl to cuddle with every single night. I always joke with my husband that she should become a “Certified Pregnancy Dog” and that she has to live forever so I can have her with me to love on and cuddle through any future pregnancies. I love this girl to the moon and back.
This sweet little (ok, NOT little, but actually quite rotund) guy is Rusty. He’s a sweet love, but more of your typical cat…hides when people come over and takes a bit longer to warm up to strangers.
Most days, you can find him adorably tucked up in one of various favorite sleeping nooks throughout our home. Often, you’ll even find him snuggled up right next to his critter brother and sisters since he’s such a love bug.
He’s an expert mouser and I’m so thankful we had him at our last home to defend our bedroom of frequent mice visits.
Oh Sasha…what to say about this girl. Well, for starters, she is her father’s daughter…in that I would have never picked her out, and she is constantly challenging her mother.
One day (not too long after we rescued Foxy), Jason was itching to rescue another pup. He went to the shelter and found this scrappy thing defending a smaller dog from another who was being a bully. He was instantly smitten.
I have never been a fan of Schnauzers (especially after having already experienced one from puppyhood via an ex-boyfriend), and vowed to never get another one again. My main objection to Schnauzers is that they are WAY too smart, figure out how to get into / ruin / eat everything, and have the most devious, nefarious, dubious natures of any dog I have ever encountered.
Little did I know, I’d break my vow and another Schnauzer would enter my life. Convinced she was an Airdale mix, Jason talked me into rescuing her…and well, now we’re stuck with her. 😉