Me and My Punks

If you are reading this than you either already know all this info or are a complete physco stalker....so welcome to my blog, ya freak!

Husband Punk is Ethan. He is an amazing man who makes me laugh almost daily and roll my eyes into the back of my head almost hourly. He works hard and is my own personal handy man. I am in love with this punk.

Punk #1 is Gracie. She is 10. Most families with only one daughter call that daughter their "princess" or "angel". Diva Extrodinaire is a more suitable title for my girl. She loves fashion, reading, friends, school, Taylor Swift, and singing. I love this punk too.

Punk #2 is Ean. He is 8 years old and 4 inches taller than his sister. He is funny and loves to use words most 8 year olds have never heard of like "they seem to be enjoying themselves", "I stand corrected", "let me show off my skills", or "my classmates will appreciate this". He loves to read too but would rather play basketball or x-box. I'm pretty attached to this punk as well.

Punk #3 is Oker. He is 6 going on 30. He takes the world on his skinny little shoulders. Sometimes I fear he will be translated because he is SO good. So when he does something naughty, I breathe a sigh of relief instead of punishing him. What's not to love about this little punk?

Punk #4 is Leif. Where to begin? He is like our family's puppy- cute, cuddled, loved by all, and eager to bite at the slightest provocation. Seriously, he bites. He too uses words less suited for his age like "shut up" and "you suck". Precious. This little punk completes our family of punks perfectly.

And me? I am a stay at home mom who babysits 2 extra punks. I am happy and content with my life with lotsa punks!