About the author:
I was born, rather uneventfully, in Southern California. At my entrance into the world, the ground did not quake, the wind did not gust, and the animals did not stir. I was then declared by the universe as a person of little, if any, importance. However, that did not stop me from growing up to have opinions of my own.
Due to adverse weather conditions everywhere else in the country, I have spent my earthly existence, thus far, in the county of San Diego. That was where I met the girl who, for reasons unknown, accepted my invitation to become my wife. I was twenty and she was eighteen when we were wed. Over a decade later, we have done our part to add beautiful, intelligent people to the world.
I have been writing stories ever since I was able to link words together. When I was sixteen, I started writing a book, and rediscovered how much I enjoyed storytelling. But no matter how much I loved it, the hobby more or less fell to the side when I was first married. What can I say, young love. But, like a bad cold, when it came back, it hit me twice as hard. When I returned to the keyboard, I found our children had given me an ample amount of stories to tell.
About the blog:
When I started the blog, it was primarily geared for those family and friends who have been unable to guilt me into visits as well as my mother does, or those too far to keep in touch with. I wanted to share the unique adventures of my brood of anklebiters, using all the clever wit I was capable of and to make those far from me close to me. However, this has grown into something much more.
Despite my best efforts, the children keep growing-up on me, like little bonsai trees determined to become great oaks. But on the other hand, Wife and I have been able to compensate by cultivating more babies. So now, we have many years to look forward to, surrounded by small children. Wife will always have her babies to hold and comfort, and I will forever be a living jungle-gym for the little ones. At times, I feel like I live in a playground. Let the climbing begin.
The blog has become a window into the joy and frustration, the mess and order of our big family. Granted, it is a window that only looks one way, but we make a handsome exhibit. These days, large families are a rarity, an oddity in a world of ever increasing pace. It seems that there is just not enough time to raise more than two or three children; as if the world began to spin faster, so if a parent let go of their child’s hand, he would fly off into the vacuum of space. I invite you to take a peek through our window and see how we find the time.
I encourage those with many children, those with few children, those with no children, come join us in all the amusing discoveries of childhood. Read of the unique adventures of my growing brood of anklebiters, from where they were to where they are.