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Hailing from San Diego, California; West Jordan and Provo, Utah; and Lexington, Massachusetts we are eight (and, come December, nine) people who are related by marriage and birth. Well, Kate and I are married, and the rest are our kids. Yes, we have six children, and yes, we will have seven before the end of the year.
Currently, Kate is a full-time stay-at-home-mother, who would be earning a pretty hefty salary were she taking care of someone else’s kids. As it stands, her salary is less than hefty.
I left work in high tech marketing after I discovered that I not only dislike high tech marketing, but that I dislike business as a general category, but in the specific and general senses. With Kate’s indulgent permission, I went to culinary school, wrote an unpublishable novel, and became a master gardener before returning to do graduate work in English literature. Right now, I’m writing my thesis on religion and sex in Othello and Measure for Measure.
Mary is in the fifth grade. Last year she was a tomboy (self-proclaimed, though she didn’t really act it out). This year she’s OK being a girl, but still isn’t (and likely never will be) a girly-girl.
Ted is in the fourth grade, and likes to be goofy (read: obnoxious). He thinks it is very funny to talk very loud in a squeaky high voice about how he is actually a robot (or an alien, or whatever). Recently, he has developed a sense of joy in non-sequiturs.
Jack is in the first grade, loves everyone, but has the most developed sense of drama of any kid on the block. He’s super affectionate, but when some kid accidentally steps on his toe you might imagine he’s had his entire leg severed in a grain thresher accident.
Elizabeth loves kindergarten. Actually, she loves everything except going to bed, which she does rarely, poorly, and with as much foot-dragging as possible. Sometimes we fall asleep before she does. She also is quite confident that she is the cutest person in the house, possibly the entire world.
Henry is three and is the naughtiest child I have ever allowed into my house. He gets honest joy in being mischevious. I wonder if he gets that from Kate. Because of Henry, we now need to repaint most of the downstairs.
William is almost two and is independent. Last week, Kate had to run a block and a half away (around a corner onto a very busy street) to chase him down. When he saw her coming, he ran faster. (For the record, he got out because Henry left the door open when Kate was helping Elizabeth get ready for school. I am the bad parent, Kate is just unlucky.)
And the last is as yet unborn. News as it arrives. Stay alert.
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— ellen Sep 9, 11:59 PM #
— Deb Drinker May 16, 07:57 AM #
wow! A place that will let me leave a comment. Miss you guys. Update this bio! and please sit indulgently on your porch as the next rainstorm approaches and quietly smell the air, watching the sky change to starling yellow. Watch as the wind picks up and the clouds gather. I can see it in my mind as if I were there. Enjoy it…
— Justine Jul 29, 04:45 PM #
Jeff Windsor, is it really you??
— Katie Wilson Mar 28, 10:34 PM #