Owen
My baby. My pride and joy. My first.
He is five year old currently. Almost six. Done Kindergarden. On to grade one. He is emotional and sensitive. Logical and sporty. Loves to push my buttons. But very sweet and caring. All his teachers say he is very empathetic. He is a justice seeker and demands fairness. He doesn't play imaginatively. And he doesn't dream at night. Weird.
Margo a.k.a Maggie
My princess. My daily challenge. My last.
She was put on this earth to test everything about me. She is very sweet. She is funny and quirky. She is demanding. A bad eater. A SLOW eater. A bad sleeper. A total girly girl, little mommy. And is obsessed with Dora. Ugh.
Him
My rock. My friend. My only.
He has a huge laugh. He is very sensitive. He thinks bodily functions are funny. He lives for HBO and bad mini series. He never understands how t.v. programming works ("Why are there no new episodes in July?"). He is Chilean and speaks spanish. His french is atrocious. We have been together since the millenium. He followed me to Toronto and followed me back again. He snores. So sometimes I have to hit him.
