To the Victor go the Spoils

Not sure why I chose this title, but it just sounded fun to me. Who doesn't like to be victorious, right? But maybe instead of getting spoils, it should be called treasures. It just sounds soooo much better. Speaking of treasures, let me introduce you to my beautiful collection of small people (my kids) and tell you a little bit about them. They are actually mostly bigger than me now, cuz who had time to blog when there was a house full of preschoolers? I was doing well to just keep their chubby little fingers clean. So here is my humble little brood.. the jazz guitarist and aspiring (sort of) music major at our local university, Aaron...the computer geek, gaming enthusiast, and super senior, Jesse...the standoffish, sophisticated grunge, self-proclaimed coffee and fashion enthusiast, Tyranny...the good at just about anything yet motivated to do absolutely nothing, youngest boy, Calven...the don't-mess-with-me, stronger than a grown man yet cute enough to be in a magazine, tween, Sara... and last but not least, the Elvis-lovin', hip swiveling, homework Nazi, bringer of peace (mostly), Anneliese.