Me: Cait. I am a Canadian expat stay at home Catholic mom with conservative leanings, except if you ask conservatives who think I have left leanings. There. All my labels in one sentence.
JD: My firstborn. The Gentle Giant. Kung Fu master, scientist, sweetheart.
Gus: The Fierce Bad Rabbit. My second son. The criminal mastermind with the charming smile. Every child but Gus has a favourite sibling. Every child’s favourite sibling is Gus.
Gina: Or in full: Queen Gina Marina Ballerina. She dances through life, dainty and regal.
Dulcie: Aptly named for Our Life Our Sweetness and Our Hope. A bundle of curls and smiles and capital P Personality. Dramatic. A Tyrant with a heart of gold.
Our boys: Charlie and Samuel, the two little fellows we hope to meet again on the other side of eternity.
Miriam: Baby Mim. So far all we know about her is that she disapproves of naps and prefers to be out on adventures.
Mike: The husband. He flies planes, plays guitar, scubas, fishes, plays with power tools, guns, beer making, and computer building. My special gift from God.
Copenhagen: The Doggie. He thinks he is litter mates with Fierce Bad and is a good puppy but overly fawning. Until Daddy is away and a stranger comes. Then he leaps to protect us.
Company The Cat. Or Monseigneur Compagnie Le Chat on formal occasions. A handsome specimen of cathood.
Shadow Cat: Myseteriously appeared in the nesting box of the hen coop with a crooked tail only a few weeks old. Has survived being picked up and mauled by a great horned owl. Not sure how many lives he has used up so far.
The Chickens: Nothing is so pleasant as visiting a coop full of satisfied biddies.