There are many faces, names, culprits, personalities, that I will frequently mention throughout my posts. Instead of repeatedly making introductions, providing relational family trees, and unending personality descriptions, I have decided to detail all the cast of characters here:
Husband aka Ever-Patient Optimist aka The Nurturing One: My Personal Stuart Smalley who constantly encourages, reassures, and pacifies…sometimes with the use of the f-word. My rock. Without him, I would never try to see the silver lining or have faith in humanity…and I would slowly starve to death.
First-born aka #1 aka The Responsible One: The budding athlete I live vicariously through with the gentlest soul, this one keeps me grounded and sane. Her love of reading and all things handmade make me a proud mama. She also has started baking and drawing floor plans.
Second-born aka #2 aka Strong-Silent aka Miss Determination: The quiet mastermind with the focus and discipline of a five-star general, this one loves alone time. “Practice makes perfect” is an understatement when it comes to her. Give her some string, a pair of scissors, a glue stick, and the contents of a recycling bin, and our little MacGyver can re-construct any object.
Third-born aka #3 aka Fabulous aka Dancing Queen: This future Vegas showgirl, or Tony-award winning Broadway-bound triple threat, depending on the quality and extent of parental guidance (no pressure!), knows what her best light is and ends every task with a curtsy. This one is known for referring to mama as “My Lady” and frequently memorizes storybooks after two reads. This should come in handy for all those future auditions.
Fourth-born aka #4 aka Mini-Me aka The Rookie: From her cheeky smile to the way she loves her back scratched, this one is so frighteningly similar to mama. She runs things.
Fifth-born aka #5 aka The Golden Boy aka The Little Prince aka Daddy Jr.: The only boy AND the youngest. God help the woman that tries to even talk to this one.
My Father aka The Saviour: This soft-spoken superhero has thwarted parental meltdowns and saved dinnertime fiascos (with the help of our local Congee eatery). He is able to take the 4 girls out anywhere, change diapers, clean-up vomit, and smile simultaneously. (He claims that he’ll be able to take all 5 out by the end of the year!)
- My dad and his mini-me.
My Grandfather aka Lolo Harv: My children affectionately call him Lolo Harv because he likes the restaurant “Harvey’s” and they don’t know what else to call him since they already have a million different “Lolo’s” to keep track of (Lolo meaning “grandfather” in Tagalog). The fact that this 91-year-old retains a sharp tongue, classic wit, a killer sense of humour and can still work a fedora, lessens my fear of aging.
- Gotta love a good sport.
oh…and me aka as The Boss aka Mama: I write this blog to remember and to keep sane. I also like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.