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.
three four kids (the spicy taters). Mouse is 6 years old, going on 30. She is turning into a real philosopher, and has the kindest heart in the family. Chipmunk is almost 4 years old. She is mostly concerned with copying her big sister, preventing any of her big sister’s goals from coming to fruition and misbehaving with such panache that it is hard to really be mad at her. The Little Pirate is 2 years old. He’s added some surprises to our lives. Surprise pregnancy. Surprise Down Syndrome. Currently, he’s devoting himself fully to being a toddler. And, if it weren’t enough to have one surprise baby, we figured, why not have another? Sparrow just joined us, and she’s turning out to be all smiles and snuggles. I’m trying to soak that in, because I know it won’t be long until all four are blaming me for all their issues and demanding I foot their therapy bills. 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.