This guy. In his spare time away from being an elementary school principal, he likes to DJ nightly living room dance parties, take all four kids on bike rides so I can cook in peace, teach and exemplify to our kids how they can be the best versions of themselves, and will do anything to make me feel loved, valued, and appreciated. If he sounds like a freak of nature and too good to be true, here is his massive shortcoming. He does not cook AT. ALL. EVER.
Also known as Second Mommy or the Au Pair. She is clever, witty, a pleaser, has a heart of gold, and will virtually never turn down a request or favor asked of her. If you ever want to have an inflated sense of you-are-doing-everything-right-as-a-parent, Clara would be a go-to kid. Unfortunately, Clara inherited my over analytical brain, so she also has affinity for creating some outrageous “what-if” scenarios. Luckily we live in a brick home, which averts most wind, fire, or any natural disaster scenarios. But, believe me, we’ve hashed them all out.
Wears his heart on his sleeve and refuses to be indifferent to just about anything. We always know exactly where Nolan stands on important issues such as wearing scratchy pants (the bane of his existence) and french fries (why must virtually every meal lack these?!). When he is not peppering his parents for the reason behind virtually everything, he can be found making Lego creations, building intricate race tracks, or orchestrating make-believe ninja scenarios for his younger brothers.
Ring leader of “The Babies” cohort of the family, and chief architect of naughty endeavors with his little brother. He is also known for his quirky observations, always going with the flow, and making his fingers have conversations with each other. When asked what he has on his daily agenda he will always answer, “Just play all day!” Any break in activity, however, usually yields a “I’m hungry, Mommy…Can I have a snack? Like a marshmallow?” I’m on to you, Buddy.
Baby. Elliot makes up the second part of “The Babies” duo, and is referred to by older brother Finn as simply “Baby.” Unfortunately I am often stepping over “Baby” in the kitchen because every “Hold-ju” and “Up puhweez” request is not obliged, yielding a floor tantrum such as this one. Other likes are squirreling through boxes of crackers in the pantry unseen, repeating any action or phrase Finn initiates, or rewarding you with an ear to ear smile when simply looking at him.