A few years ago I got married. Gadget likes to get his hands into anything electronic, take it apart, make new things out of it, see how it works, and generally cause mayhem to anything with a plug. This is very useful (you know, like when I accidentally misplace my phone charger for the 14th time and he happens to have a spare just laying around) and very frustrating (when I can’t find my way to the other side of the bedroom without stepping on 26 tiny screws, getting tangled in 7 HDMI cables, and knocking over a gigantic box of batteries that may or may not still have a charge). Gadget is an awesome husband, and an even better daddy. He is a very patient person who avoids conflict whenever possible. This works out well for me, because I’m much less tolerant and tend to face conflict head on. His go with the flow mentality and his unquestioning ability to accept me for who I am is a large reason we have such a great marriage.
Gadget has a daughter from a previous relationship. Enter, The Comedian. She is funnier than most grown adults, is smarter than most kids her age, and she adds a special spice to our lives. Struggling to figure out who she is while maintaining life in two separate, very different households, she is a very amazing little girl.
Gadget and I also have a daughter together. There is a 7.5 year span between The Comedian and The Bomber. The Bomber is her own special little ball of charm. Just entering toddlerhood and she already thinks she runs the show. I definitely have my hands full with this kid. Unlike The Comedian (who always asks permission, doesn’t do anything risky, and rarely breaks a sweat on purpose or by accident), The Bomber attempts life threatening feats three times before breakfast, has no fear, and will probably have broken 12 bones before kindergarten.
This is my family in a nutshell. Enjoy.
