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Welcome to my happy blog! (Well, most days it will be happy. We can't all be perfect like my older sister, who's not only an amazing stay-at-home mom to three adorable, rambunctious kids but also makes quilts and other assorted home decor in her free time which, I'm certain, is between 11pm and 2am every night).

Anyway, back to me, because it is, after all, my blog. Here's the family breakdown:

Nancy (Me): During the day, I write help systems and socialize with those I work with ("building relationships"). I enjoy reading, writing, and talking about my kids (it's in the job description of "mommy").

Sean (The Husband): An all-around great man with a ridiculously straight-and-narrow code of ethics, who changes careers pretty consistently (every 4.5 -5.5 years) and moves the family around to keep things interesting. He loves me and the kids, and is blissfully unaware of any gifts given, family schedules and general daily happenings. He just goes where I tell him to, for the most part.

Chris (The Boy): My 5 year old whose vocabulary blows away most of the engineers I work with. His talents include negotiation skills, loving himself more than any other, catching a football on-the-fly, understanding what a subject and predicate are, and lately, reading.

Evelyn (The Girl): My 20-month old whose wailing skills are unbeatable. Her talents include walking by a table and inhaling any food on it, pooping, terrorizing my dogs and smiling at the exact nanosecond prior to my complete mental breakdown.

Peter (Needy Petey) right: The dog of a thousand breeds, Petey is an 80 85 pound oaf who enjoys whining, nervous barking, fretful sleep, licking The Girl every chance he gets, and spending his days looking for new ways to get anyone, anywhere, to pet him.

Molly (Mollykins, or Kins for short) left: Despite the innocent name, Molly enjoys terrorizing Petey, locking Petey out of the doggie door during rainstorms, backing Petey into corners and making him stay there, eating off my table when I'm not looking, sleeping on the bed (against the rules), and she has mastered the art of looking cute. She is the BEST guard dog in the whole world, though, and adores the children.

Check back for random stories of my life. They seem to make most people laugh, and when I look back on them, I usually laugh as well. Usually.