About
Hi. I’m Courtney. I’m the only female living in a house full ‘o testosterone. My husband and three young sons keep me very busy, but not busy enough to stop me from documenting my crazy life on this here little ‘ol blog. I love writing (obviously), reading, and choosing a “Top Five (fill-in the blank)” on Facebook. It’s a problem; please send help. I strive to have a lovely home and cook good food, and have a lifetime success rate of about 25%. I was a daily singer in a previous incarnation, but seem to have traded Brahms’ Requiem for Brahms’ Lullaby these days. I watch either completely inane or completely brilliant television with no tolerance for the merely mediocre. Grammar is a sick hobby. I have approximately five grey hairs. What else could you possibly want to know? Oh…how about something about the rest of our cast of characters?
This wacky man is the love of my life. We met in Jr. High School and for me it was true and immediate love…he was too busy playing video games to notice. Fast-forward a couple of years to high school and we’re a silly young couple, complete with the requisite young-person drama. Fortunately for everyone in the universe we broke it off, went our separate ways, and grew the heck up. We reunited, against my initial protests, during my final year of college and he romantically proposed to me the night of my college graduation, five years exactly after we shared our first kiss (awww). We were married in 2000 after a year of sinful living, which just goes to show you the love is real. We did all the things young marrieds are prone to do: bought a house, fixed it up, travelled, and started having babies. Between Baby 1 and Baby 2 we went and extended our kitchen, just to make things extra spicy. You can often see this fine specimen of manhood horsing around with the other Ys, toting the speedy middle Y around on his shoulders, good-naturedly repairing the computers of those near-and-dear, or fine-honing his pretend drummer skills on the Wii. Please don’t ever say anything bad about him as he is truly my partner and I could not do a bit of this parenting I do without his wisdom, aid, love, and support.
These are my children. You must never say anything about them other than that they are clearly the most beautiful, intelligent, and clever beings in existence. Okay, so they probably aren’t, but you aren’t allowed to say that. Big Y is 7, splendidly smart and inquisitive, and as sensitive as all get-out. He reads far above his age level and recently has taken such an enthusiastic interest in the Bible that we’re convinced of his future enrollment in seminary. He’s much like me in personality and temperament. Yikes. Middle Y is 4.5 and has a wild streak, to say the least. My grandpa would have called him a “pistol”. Impossibly fast, hilarious, and handsome, he is also laid-back in personality and knows how far charm will get him. Baby Y is nearly 2 and is a chubby, flirtatious, incredibly cheerful baby. He has shown a quick temper but it is rarely seen as he spends nearly all of his time smiling. If there is one overriding, universal characteristic they all share it is that they are such joyful children. People always say our babies are happy babies!
They all three enjoy stories, songs, Wii, and ketchup.
