About Us

First, came me. Rebecca. No middle name and no birthmarks to speak of.
I was born in England, but when I was eleven I started boarding school, my parents bought a yacht and moved on board. They sailed around the world for twelve years.
Likes: Crafty things, mountain biking, traveling, writing, reading, and nice manners.
Dislikes: Bad Grammer (hee hee), political discussions, and eggs.
Random Fact: I had a pet goat until I was three.

Mike came second. A middle name and shy disposition.
He was born and raised in St Louis, drove recklessly as a teenager and hung out with a guy named Ponyboy.
Likes: Sandwiches, traveling, Abe Lincoln, scotch and getting together with old friends.
Dislikes: Being bombarded with questions, Facebook, invasions to his (or his family’s) privacy.
Random Fact: People tend to make assumptions about Mike and they’re almost always wrong.

We met in an elevator and by our second date I knew it would stick.

Five years later, came our first little man. He has a middle name, smiles a lot and loves his dog. We don’t use his name on this blog because, unlike Mike, he hasn’t made a decision on his own limits for privacy.
Likes: Thomas the Tank Engine, Hot Wheels, talking, dancing, making people laugh, and Wembley (see below).
Dislikes: Wearing clothes, sitting still, being inside and new teeth.
Random Fact: His first word was WAWA, which means Wembley.

Next up is the baby bump. She’s a girl we’re told and she’ll be joining our party in March 2012… we’re told!

Then comes Wembley. She joined our family right before Little Man and had a big collar to fill after Rebecca lost her 14-year old Golden. She’s done pretty well by being very patient with Little Man.
Likes: Running (she runs like a horse), being with family and other dogs, and chasing after a ball.
Dislikes: The whole confusion between what she can mouth and what she can’t. She doesn’t get the difference between between the kids’ balls and hers at all!
Random Fact: She always takes three pieces of kibble and drops them away from her bowl before eating. I think she’s leaving them for fallen homies.

Last, but not least… Errol Flynn.
Now aged about 4, he’s the first cat any of us have ever owned; he was rescued early in our romance. Mike’s allergies and Errol Flynn’s dislike of being chased by the little man makes his life slightly less convenient than he’d like, but, like his namesake, he’s too cool for school, so he tries to go with the flow.
Likes: The dog. She’s rad.
Dislikes: The kid. What’s with the tail pulling dude?
Random Fact: He was named after drunken board game antics one night in Key West.