Right now there are four of us. Or five, if you count the dog.

Me, obviously. There's the tall one, who's almost 4. Then the short one, who's still under 2. Then my hetero-life-partner that I pay to help with the kids and look after my shit. With two boys, a dog, and an annoying ex, there's a lot of shit involved (I guess he would be the sixth.)

Another defining characteristic to add to our household is that the tall one is autistic. Right now the main impact of that is the never ending stream of therapists going through the house and being able to get a disability pass at Disneyland. So it's not all bad.