Meet the Mitchells

 This is us.

I’m really proud of this picture for a few reasons.    First is I love all these people with my whole heart. Second, the amount of work it took have this picture taken was intense.

Let me introduce you to the kids first,

 

“The General”

     His name is such because he shares it with two great Generals in American History, AND because he believes he overseas everything about here.     I often remind him that he is still a child  and does not have the authority to command and issue discipline to his younger siblings.  (He is not convinced)  His sweet and tender disposition is often over shadowed by his ability to be “all boy”   He is fast, loud, active and fearless.   (to the point that when he yell’s “hey Mom watch this!”  I can feel another hair of mine go grey)

“Edison”

Named because he wants to know how everything works, everything. He asked me questions like “how does a coal factory make power?”  and “why is dinner taking so long to cook” and everything in-between.     He is my quietest child, content to play alone, but happy to play with others.   He is blissfully unaware of social norms, always hungry and can never find his shoes.

 

“Duchess”

     She is the only girl, with two older brothers and two younger brothers, the poor thing is never going to get a date.  She is a wonderful blend of frills and lace mixed with sass and dirt.   You know the kind of girl who starts a wrestling match in the mud wearing a Princess Elsa dress.   She is a daddy’s girl to her core, laughs all the time, and is always ready for a party.

 

“Batman”

 

My fearless super hero.  He has a deep need for adventure in both real and imaginary life.  He believes that he, like the real batman, can do anything his Daddy can do.    Like Edison will play with others but has no problem playing alone in his room.    He always has a mischievous smile, a story to tell and always has dirt somewhere.

 

“Baby Thor”

     My Man and I had a hard time settling on a name for this little one while I was pregnant.   So in an effort to find some kind of answer to the “what’s the babies name going to be?” question I started telling people his name was going to be  Thor mostly to see the look on their face as they tried to figure out if I was serious or not.     (I know that’s not nice, but being pregnant was hard I had to get my giggles anyway I could)

 

“My Man”

He and I met in our early 20’s in a small group at our church.  We have been married almost 13 years and are having fun figuring out how to do this thing called life together.   He has a kind and gentle heart, He can fix just about anything, he loves being a father and he’s good at it, his eyes sparkle when he smiles and he loves me unconditionally.     (Just in case you are worried that he’s to perfect:  He also forgets to take his boots off about once a week and walks across my carpet with them on, then gives me a blank look when I yell from the kitchen)

 

Then there’s me.

I love my family.   I have a low tolerance for insincerity and dishonesty.  I’m technically and mechanically minded and with an artistic heart.   I’m constantly looking for ways to improve everything in my life from my emotional health to how I do laundry.  I struggle with depression.  I’m honest/blunt to a fault, my fashion sense leaves room for improvement, and my insecurities are sometimes crippling.   I like to make people laugh, I throw like a girl and sometimes I wear my husband’s shirt so I feel skinnier.