Characters

Here's a photo journal of my most common blogging characters.


Cannwin (can-win):
  That's me. I have a temper. I tend to cuss when I'm in Labor.
I competed on So You Think You're Crafty.
I once walked through a large crowd of people and right past Mike Tyson without even noticing who he was.


There's the Irish twins:
Vicbowin (vic-boh-win):
Drama Queen of the house. She loves to read, write, and drive her mom nuts with her choice of outfits. She is also too smart for her own good and is constantly saying things like, "Oh, I get it... this is one of those times when you want me to act better than I really am."


Albowin (al-boh-win):
A boy with a fantastical imagination. He wakes up at 5 AM every morning without fail, gets angry at the drop of a hat and loves the computer more than any other electronic device ever created. He has been voted most likely adult to live in the basement and play World of Warcraft.



And the little ones:

The Mischievite:
Sometimes referred to as Iyawin (eye-uh-win or ee-yah-win). He spends his days wreaking havoc on house and hearth. He loves food, mostly the junk form. Has a problem with elbowing people. Slips into bed with Cannwin nearly ever night (which doesn't bother her one bit). He is the first of the WinChildren to spend the night in the hospital.


Remewin (ree-mee-win):
Absolute cutest baby ever to toddle her way past our hearts. We all adore her and she has quite thoroughly wrapped her big brothers' around her finger. Except maybe for the times when she pesters the Mischievite into pinning her to the ground and walloping her soundly--I'm working on that.



Plus the help :)

Ralexwin (ral-ex-win):

Co-Parent, great dad, provider and all around fun guy.
He enjoys politics, being right, running and the outdoors.

PS he's a lawyer.

Emarfar (ee-marr-far):

As Cannwin's sister she was raised with the same love of the arts.
Emarfar has taken her love in the direction of photography and travel.
She fills in frequently when Cannwin is otherwise indisposed.

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