My Family

For anonymity’s sake I will neglect to mention my family’s names. Not that it’s a big secret, I just don’t really want people to be able to google for us, you know?

Me:
The Zebra. Oh the marks my first pregnancy gave me. Enough, even, to last through two pregnancies since I didn’t get any new stripes with my son. I had plenty the first time to last me through the rest of my pregnancies, I’m sure. But that’s physical. Who am I inside? At the top of the blog you can get a mish-mash of words reflecting various aspects of who I am. I’m me. I strive to be a hippie. There was a time not so long ago that I desired greatly to be considered a hippie and then I went and did crazy things like had two homebirths and didn’t vaccinate my kids. We used cloth diapers (used being the key word there) and I ditched all my household cleaners and replaced with vinegar and baking soda. So I’m getting there. I’m stuck in the 90’s and miss the Grunge Era. Although, I FRACKING LOVE the Killers and want to marry them and have their little music babies so it’s quite possibly I may go on to be hip for awhile longer. I blame the music scene for sucking much ass the last 10 or 12 years. (By the way, I curse like a sailor. ) I like reading, I rarely write, but I enjoy it when I’m inspired to do so. I try to keep physically fit but have been failing miserably in recent months years, although I stock my pantry with crazy health food such as coconut oil, sprouted spelt flour and Rapadura instead of sugar. And I am a kickass baker and you want my food. I’m a work at home mom who drives a minivan name Natalie Bubbles. I created and run The Shape of a Mother. I’ve lived here in this area nearly all my life and in these very apartments probably more than half my life. I’m working through many issues left over from my childhood and struggling with puke-related anxiety. Now I’m rambling and I don’t suppose you actually know anything much about me. Well, if you know me already then yay, and for those who dont stay tuned!

The Husband:
His initial is “A” but that makes calling him by it confusing since “A” is also a word. So we’ll call him “The Husband” for the most part. He is punk rock and geek all rolled into one. Drives me batty collecting GI Joes and other things and then putting them all over my house. He works hard for our family as a driver for a company which gets things printed for other companies. He is a good father and husband, and he really does more than he should for me.

The Daughter:
“M” is SIX! years old. She blows my mind daily. We homeschool and keep active with things like park days, field trips, story times, community activities, classes, and et cetera. She is a fracking genius. She is a whirlwind of emotions; her eyes sparkle with starlight when she is happy and she wails louder than a freight train when she is sad. All in all, she’s the reason I am who I am today.

The Son:
“E” is just about to turn three. I was terrified of having a boy, but he’s stolen my heart. He’s an absolute doll. He loves letters and numbers and knows the entire alphabet and numbers up to the teens. He is minutes away from reading Moby Dick, I think. He’s got a language delay but is catching up QUICK. He is my sweet, caring boy.