cultivate (kuhl - tuh - veyt)
v. 1) develop 2) nurture

graft (grahft)
n. 1) transplant 2) bud 3) union


Meet Mikayla, the CEO. She isn't the boss of the whole family, but she definitely wears the proverbial pants with her sisters. She's the "strong silent type". No really. She's been known to whistle for her sisters instead of actually using words.  However, like all the best CEO's, she also knows how to keep morale high amongst her siblings.        

Meet Naomi, the TLC provider. From birth, it was clear we were dealing with a textbook middle child (Yes, before she actually was a middle child). Whether it's a kind word, comfort or cookie that is needed, she will be the first to serve. Despite her tenderheartedness, she's also our most outgoing, talkative and zany kiddo. 
Middle children are enigmatic.

Meet Sophia, the ESP of the family. In her case, she's not picking up extrasensory perception. In our family, ESP refers to something with a little more flair: Ethiopian. Sassy. Pants. To the max. Partly due to toddler-hood, this girl is hot and cold. One minute she's throwing a class-act tantrum, the next she's got us in stitches over her newest comedy routine. 
One thing is certain: She belongs in our family.

Meet Jubilee, our little QT. I can't comment on her personality quite yet, but I'm absolutely sure of one thing: She's a little cutie!

Meet Timothy, the PH. Professor H. is the best thing (next to Jesus) that could have happened to me. I'm pretty sure he didn't know what he was getting himself into when he said "Hi" to the goofy girl in his Photography 101 class. He is thoughtful, thought-provoking, a teacher by nature, and all-around handyman who works super hard to provide, serve and lead his family. He balances out my ridiculous shenaniganisms. 
(Get it? Balances? Ph balanced? Witty, right?)

That only leaves me (because the dogs aren't human enough to make the page). Now you're all wondering what our dogs look like, aren't you? Can we focus please? Anyway. I'm your typical stay-at-home-mom. I homeschool our children, attempt to keep some semblance of order around the joint, and feed my family (somewhat) nutritious meals. I'm creative to a fault. I make lists all the time and derive great satisfaction from crossing tasks off my list. My kitchen is Coca-Cola themed and I make a mean cinnamon roll. I like excuses to don my fancy duds. Said excuses include a date with my man, girls' night out, public speaking, and the occasional Tuesday.