About Henning (Husband) One of the reasons I love him is he’s totally fine with me using this picture of him here. It pretty much captures his personality. He’s goofy and has a great sense of humor, which is exemplified by how he laughs at all my jokes. Henning is a Danish-American and speaks Danish, but he grew up outside Chicago. Whenever he speaks Danish, Margaret (see below) always ask him to speak in “real,” which is English. Henning is a physicists, and I have no idea what he does. It might involve dark matter and the God particle (j/k…actually, maybe it does…I really don’t know). He’s a master laundry folder, that much I know.
About Margaret (Daughter) Margaret is 3. Do I need to say more? One of her favorite phrases is, “I’m just going to do it anyway!” And while I appreciate her spirit, I’m not always on board with whatever it is she thinks I’ve unfairly forbidden, like running out the front door while I’m cooking dinner and playing in the front yard unsupervised. I hope she keeps this attitude but develops quality reasoning skills. She’s awesome. I love her more than my luggage.
About Niels (Son) Niels is an easy-going baby with big opinions, chief among them is that Mommy is the best. I’m not one to argue that opinion, but sometimes when he’s trying to scale my legs and return the safety of my womb, I try to redirect him to the wonders of the world, like a super cool bead maze or the Tupperware cabinet. He also thinks that he should be able to play with electrical outlets and go head first down the stairs. We disagree. Niels has recently seen the beauty in sleeping through the night and for that we are grateful.
About the Fuzzy Bastards (The Main Reasons We Can’t Have Nice Things)
Buddy: He’s old and loves unconditionally, unless you’re the UPS, FedEx, or mail person. I’m sorry, but he hates you. I don’t know why. He snores and barks in his sleep. His farts are toxic. He’s been sprayed by skunks twice; he doesn’t realize they’ll never be friends.
Harold: He’s old and has mellowed with age, but he still barks every time a gnat farts. He’ll steal food off our plates and he lays claim to all my throw blankets. He has a special used-to-be-stuffed friend. Some things can’t be unseen.