I’m a multitalented and multifaceted woman. I identify with the titles mother, wife, teacher, mentor, and do-gooder. I also happen to be Jewish, which only adds to my already abundant levels of mom guilt, but I manage okay.
This is my husband. He’s a Stay at Home Dad, drawer of Sauropods, and maker of cheese sandwiches. In our house he’s the resident chef, I’m the resident baker. He makes me laugh so hard I can’t breathe and has the gastrointestinal superpower to achieve the same result with his flatus. He excels at puns and endeavors to be gracious when I beat him at anything gaming related. We both struggle together to tackle traditional gender roles by the throat and strangle them into submission in order to be the best family unit we can be.