Talk about scattered, smothered and covered...I am doing the best I can to keep all the proverbial balls in the air while surrounded by the men I love.
In no particular order, they are:
My Baby's Daddy-we've been married for almost 13 years, and still really like each other most of the time.
Pop-my 59 year old dad. He is totally cool, and sometimes damn grouchy. He has early onset Alzheimer's Disease, and functions better than me most days.
The President--a grown-up in a 7 year old body. He is smart, sassy, and has high political aspirations.
Fat Baby-now he's really Fat Toddler, I guess, because he's three & a half. He has no fear, and is into everything! He's the guy at the frat house saying, "Hey y'all--watch this!"