Mrs. Smith

Call me paranoid, but I enjoy a certain element of anonymity here.  (Can it be?  I really spelled that correctly?  Thanks, spell check!)

Me – Anita Nap.  (My parents both liked the name Anita when I was yet to be born, so my pseudo-name here it a tribute to them. Fortunately with a last name like Man, they chose not to follow through with that one.)  Full-time wife & mommy, part-time blogger, writer,  reader, and piano player.  And cook, clutter-control, laundress, housekeeper -QUEEN OF THE HOME- for the following wonderful people:

My husband and love of my life – John.   Computer geek, avid learner, master of space studies, father of the year, and spouse of the century. Oh, and he cooks/cleans too.  Definitely a perk, and SO attractive in a man.  As of July ‘09, he’s also Bishop of the congregation we attend.  Hard to put into words how I feel about that… Wow is a good word for it, though. 

Child #1 – Cinderella, age 5 1/2.  Independent & intelligent, creative, musical & artsie, intensely red-headed & bossy assertive.  We love our beautiful, spirited girl!

Child #2 – Doodle, age 4 (in November) Loves tools with a passion.  Daddy can’t get ‘em out without being attacked.  Very wise, obedient (with a stubborn streak on occassion), and loving, which makes him everybody’s favorite kid.  Really — or as he’d say, “Weally.”  To meet him is to love him madly. 

Child #3 – Eagle, 2 in February.  LOVES his Daddy, being included with the bigger kids, and eating eggs.  In that order.  The funny little personality we saw emerging when he was a baby has bloomed into something adorable now that he’s smack in the middle of toddlerdom.  Cinderella loves to mommy him, Doodle loves having someone to sword fight with (finally!), and I love watching him copy what they do.  He loves his new baby brother and asks about him without fail every morning when he wakes up.  [That's right... Four kids now.  Holy Diapers, Batman, how did that happen?  One minute you're a carefree young adult, the next you're a tied-down mommy of FOUR little people who need to constantly.  Sheesh.  I'm not old enough for this!]  What was I saying?  Oh yes… So far no bodily harm has been inflicted on the helpless infant – Eagle is actually *very* gentle with him.

Child #4 – Freedom, so named because he was born on Constitution Day.  Thus far he does what babies do, and does it well.  He eats, sleeps, cries to let us know what’s wrong, mercifully stops crying when we fix the problem, and daily creates 1/2 a load of laundry for me to do.  All in all, a great baby and a super-cute addition to our little clan.