Meet the Family.

Hi there Reader! My name is, well, Mom. I am mom to a five and three year old Star Wars loving, Avengers watching and princess dressing pair. When I'm not being called Mom, I'm being called So-and-so's Mom, or So-and-so's Wife...In fact, I can't remember the last time I was referred to by my actual first name. If it wasn't for social media, I'd probably forget I had a first name at all. For now, Reader, this is who I am. Quite frankly, I'm actually okay with this 80% of the time. It's not so bad, being mom and wife to three very important beings. It's where I am in life, and life is always changing. Wow, that almost sounded like I'm a totally relaxed and go with the flow kind of gal. Believe me, I'm not. I need schedules and plans in order to coexist peacefully with others in this world. I'll be the first to admit, I'm wound pretty tight. But enough about me, how about I tell you about my family. 

The five year old is a sweet girl. She's funny, she's creative, she wants everyone to be happy. She's the kid in class who is best friends with everyone and no one at the same time. Everyone gets equal treatment. She pays attention to details and notices things most people don't. She definitely marches to the beat of her own drummer and solidified her independence long before I was ready for it. She's the child I tend to think I will have to worry the least about, yet I worry about often. She's left of the middle in every way. She loves Princesses, Marvel Super Heroes, My Little Pony, Star Trek movies, Littlest Pet Shop, and Star Wars. She's completely into science and has decided she's going to be a veterinarian. I love that she can play with the girls and tough it out with the boys, but I often wonder what will happen when the boys hit their "girls are icky" phase and the girls have all solidified their friendships by bonding over all things girl. An acquaintance informed me just the other day, I was raising a nerd. A nerd who would be listening to death metal by the time she was in middle school. Should I be worried? Will it be all that bad? Are you still reading?

This brings me to the three year old. This is the girlie girl of the family. The highly emotional, over dramatic, theatrical, sweet, loving girl who wants friends more than anything. She's only three and already has her "girls", prefers to wear dresses and already requests lipstick. She can strike a pose for the camera and knows how to bat her eyelashes in an attempt to get her way. Can you imagine the wild fires I have to put out each day? Mom likes Star Wars as much as she like Sleeping Beauty, neither wins. Neither girl is happy with that response, so the fighting continues. Back to the three year old. She is more of a people pleaser, she wants everyone to like her, and is definitely swayed easily by the crowd. Do you see mom's worry here? It works out perfect for classroom rules and schoolwork, not so much for social situation. It's surprising for others to hear she loves Spider-man and wants to be a Firefighter, but for the most part, she's all about the Princesses. I fear the preteen and teen years with this one, but yet I don't. It's worrisome to see she wears her heart on her sleeve. I fear this world is going to chew her up and spit her out. I can only hope the guidance we give her will be enough to teach her how to protect the heart on her sleeve. I truly believe it's what gives her the twinkle in her eye. I really hope she never loses that twinkle. 

Finally, the husband. He's the worker bee. The one who brings home the bacon. The reason why mom can stay home with these two curious girls. He works hard everyday and then makes sure to spend quality time with the girls. Reading, playing, watching a movie of their choice (after much argument over Tinkerbell or Iron Man of course). He tends to host one heck of a Tea Party and makes one terrific Buzz Light Year. His favorite past time, that would be fishing. Fishing with his girls, now that is even better! The five year old enjoys showing off her fish and baiting her hook, all while the three year old looks on with a scowl of disgust. She enjoys fishing too, but only if Dad baits the hook and deal with the fish on the end. Oddly enough, Dad has a name. A name that is used each day. He's never So-and-so's Husband or So-and-so's Dad. He is who he is and even the girls find it hilarious to call him by his name. Of course he corrects them, "It's Dad to you girls." The humor of it all is too much to waste, so they go on calling Dad by his first name the rest of the evening. 

There you have it Reader. My family in a nut shell. All wrapped nice and neat, that is until you open it and all kinds of goodness flies out. Now back to planning that Star Wars/Sofia the 1st Birthday Bash. From Princesses to Star Wars, and everything between.