Six People | Twelve Times

It's us. AGAIN! We were lucky to get to visit Las Vegas last weekend, where we have a fantastic photographer (thank you, Erin)! We had plans of going to some dry lake beds, but with the rain, they were no longer dry. We opted for this closer, easier, kids cooperate much better location. We also decided to wear mustaches. Why? Oh, I don't know. We're just goofy like that. We are a family of six. We are not perfect. Our house will not be spotless if you drop by. I am okay with that. I am trying to get to the point where I am happy just being real. No false pretenses. I think that in just embracing my unperfectness, we will all be happier. I have many closets and drawers that are despicable. I am slowly trying to clean them out one by one. I fear that by the time my list is done, I will just have to start over. Why is that? Am I just prone to clutter? Back to our unperfectness...we yell a bit, our kids don't get straight a's, they work for every spelling word they get correctly, we all cry over homework on a weekly basis. Seriously. Homework is a blogpost all by itself. Who are we? What kind of people are we? Normal? Hopefully? What is normal? Troy and I have been married for over 13 years. That's not really normal nowadays, is it? We have 4 kids. That is kind of 'over the limit' for today, isn't it? Our house isn't huge. I am happy and grateful for our home, and try not to covet anyone else's home. I don't iron our clothes unless I HAVE to. I hang every shirt up, and the only thing that goes in dressers are pants/shorts/socks/undies. My boys love to wrestle. I hate it. They, apparently, do not. So maybe we are normal, and maybe we are not. But we sure have a good time together.