H came first. The girl I had always wanted. A shy, dainty thing who ended up being an athlete. Not at all like this mama. H's middle name is Grace. She was named after her paternal grandma, who died in her 50s. I never met Grace, but I wish I had. But sometimes H will do or say something and I think she embodies her middle name.
J came next. Now I had one of each. He was a delightful baby - always smiling and a nice big roly-poly thing with a healthy appetite. As he grew, he exhibited some challenging behaviors that aged his parents. But he always had a good heart.
Then there's hubby. He's not a kid, but he brings me great joy when he acts like one. My favorite image of him, ever, is when he went outside with Bing, our oldest cat, and was trying to get Bing to slide down the slide. He didn't know that we were watching, but there I am with H and J saying OMG, look at that middle aged balding man trying to get that cat to slide down the slide.
And our canine and feline friends round out the family. Pepper the dog, and the felines Bing, Milo and Missy. They round out this very interesting family.
I think most of the growing up years were like a bad version of Rosanne. And as stories occur to me, I will relay them.