My name is Jisun. I’m Korean (the kimchi). My job is to keep the kids alive and make sure the house doesn’t burn down (I have, unfortunately come very close to failing on the latter). I have a background in social services and professional cooking (I know, what is wrong with me?).
I’m married to the Latke. He works his butt off to keep us all clothed, is an amazing father, and is hands down the best person I’ve ever met in this world. He likes building stuff, making the kids laugh so hard they pee their pants, and any kind of noodle dish.
We have four kids (the spicy taters). Mouse is 8, and I won’t say too much else about her because, well, that’s getting to be her job now. I’m ever grateful for her allowing me to try all my half-baked parenting theories on her. So far, I think it is looking mighty good. Chipmunk is 6. She adds the fifth dimension into our lives. She challenges and surprises me in the most wonderful ways. I’m also convinced that she has a memory chip embedded into her brain, because the kid forgets NOTHING. The Little Pirate is 4 now. He added so many surprises into our lives. Surprise pregnancy, surprise Down Syndrome. He has an amazing dry sense of humor that I did not think was even possible at his age. Sparrow decided that one surprise pregnancy was not enough, and graciously gifted us with another. She is the current household dictator. I suspect she will hold that position for quite some time. I know it won’t be long until all four are blaming me for all their issues and demanding I foot their therapy bills. Perhaps when Sparrow ascends to true dictatorship, she could pay for it all? We homeschool, and we love it. All the spicy taters have been born at home, on purpose.
We are just a regular old family, raising children all along nature’s continuum.