Introduction of a Super Hero

:Cue super hero theme song:


For I am Mrs.Incredible. I have go-go gadget arms, super hearing, super sight, super-human strength, the ablility to clean a blow-out diaper in mere seconds, and that's just the beginning of my amazing-ness (yes, I tend to make words up, humor me and go along).


:now time to deflate ego:
Just for the record, I SO don't look like those supermodel super hero types at all! I'm a frazzled, sarcastic, caring person, mother, wife, friend, daughter, and friend.


Meet Mr.Incredible. He truely is an amazing man. I can honestly say that he trys
daily to keep me sane! He helps with the house and the boys as much (if not more) than I do! We both work full time and are raising two handsome boys, so we're just a tad busy! I guess I could name him some cute, lovey name for privacy reasons, but I don't really have any (any that I want to come out of the bedroom, that is). Mr.Incredible normally goes by Carl. We've been together almost seven years, married four in september. Through all the ups and downs, the past fews years have been awesome.


Now on to the rest of our family!






Super son #1. We'll call him Dash for the moment. (definitely likes to think he's the fastest) He'll be six in July. He just finished kindergarden with flying colors (well....almost...his attention span can only last so long...hmm...sounds like most guys I know). He's definitely a bright little guy. When I say little, I mean little. There won't be any Micheal Jordan height coming out of this family tree! Dash normally goes by Owen. He's a very good boy, except at the moment. He's tempting his fate with his mouth at the moment. I somtimes believe that he wants to meet Jesus early! We'll get through it, atleast I hope so.





Super son #2. We'll call him Jack-Jack. He will be two in July (that is if he makes it that far). I really thought that Dash was a handfull, ha, not so much. This child (if that's what you would prefer to call him) is beyond wild. He finds it funny to run in circles around the kitchen table, yelling. He's actually a very sweet and loving boy. We tend to call him Cole at times. Cole and Owen feed off one another and tend to become so loud that I'm sure Metallica fans would cringe.


I've done enough typing at the moment. I just put the boys down for a nap. Yes, I still make my five year old take a nap. Only when he's not listening and he needs one! I'm heading to sleepy land now myself. Had to work last night, and I'm exhausted.
Peace out homeslices.