Ben and Mac. The parents. We’re goofy bastards who value Happy Hour, education and – now – birth control.
Spencer. First born. Drummer. Saxophonist. Great sense of humor (of course). Tall.
Anna, AKA Anna Banana, AKA AB, AKA The Red Menace, AKA The Red Threat. Large and in-charge.
Maggie, no known aliases. Tender and delightfully strange. Non-sequitur queen.
Hayden. Self-proclaimed Awesome Boy. Loves octopuses! Talks a lot. Aggressive kisser.
Charlie. The Baby. Very picky eater but somehow manages to maintain enormous body. Destroyer of everything. Absolutely delicious.
The Fam. I wanted to drop-kick them all into next week while we were trying to take this picture.
Mommy Needs A Swear Jar 
I just found you. I’m not sure how, but I do know that I love you! Love the swear jar. I think I need one. My daughter said the word “Fuck” when she was four. I can’t very well said she heard that on the bus, now can I?
Nah, don’t deny it. OWN THAT SHIT. 🙂
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