Meet Our Family


CAT



That's me.  In Egypt.  Did I mention I was an archaeologist?  Well I am -- kinda.  I have about 2/3 of a dissertation moderately completed.  It will probably stay at that level of completion.  The truth is that all the ins and outs of infertility and adoption has taught me one very important thing: there is no way on God's green earth that I am going to let someone else raise my child, not even a nanny.  (It had always been a sort-of vague question in the back of my mind before this point).  But it's OK -- it's not like archaeology jobs grow on trees, even for those who do finish their blasted dissertations.  I have the perfect medium -- I teach history part-time at the local community college.  I get paid literally less than minimum wage, but it keeps away zombie brain-rot and the truth is that it's great fun!  

JASON


And here's Jason.  He's stinkin' adorable, right?  (Oh and can you tell we had fun in Egypt?) He's the guy that makes it all come together.  He works hard to bring home the bacon and is a complete social media Bible.  It's pretty awesome.  I say, "I want to blog," and he says, "OK, let me set you up on Twitter and find you people to visit."  He's awesome that way.  I dream, he gets stuff done -- it's worked pretty well for the last 8 years or so! 

MAX



Coming soon to a living room near you!  (Or at least near me).  He turns 2 sometime in November.   I'll have a photo of him up here as soon as the government tells me that I can!



THE FURBABIES


So here we have (from left to right) Cleo, Zoe, and Bella.  They are our children.  Laugh it up, I know.  But we are so desperate for kids at this point that furry creatures that eat their own poop suffice.  They are even spaced out the way we would have spaced out biological children -- every 2 years I get the itch and then get a dog.  No, really.  I'm serious.  But 3 dogs is borderline excessive, and 4 would really be almost hoarding, so here's hoping that we get a real child sometime this year.  (We've had Bella for exactly a year now, so by the time next summer rolls around...you get it).