This is Us

Sometimes I wonder where the kids inherited their cute gene.

This is Nate.
Sometimes he likes to smile like he's constipated.
And sometimes he thinks he's funny.

This is me.
Sometimes I think Nate's constipated smile is funny.
But only sometimes.

This is Abrie.
Sometimes she'll actually smile for the camera.
And sometimes (almost all the time) that smile is associated with a bribe.


This is Kaleb.
Sometimes he thinks he's part Ninja & part Super Hero.
And sometimes I think he's right.


This is Macie.
Sometimes I think bipolar and terrible two's three's can be interchangeable.
I say that, of course, in the most loving way a mother possibly can.

These are my kids.
Sometimes they're a little crazy.
And sometimes they're a little messy.
And sometimes they pull some sweet WWF moves.
And sometimes their tiny little voices reach ear piercing decibels.
And sometimes they make me wonder if I still have my sanity intact.
But everyday and all the time, I'm especially glad their mine.

And this is the end.