Welcome to My Asylum

You may all be wondering why a loving mother would refer to her home as an asylum. However, for those of you who know my family well, this is probably a no-brainer. But in respect to those who haven't had the pleasure of meeting my family, I'll introduce you and perhaps you'll understand.
My husband, Mark, and I have been married for 8 years now. Mark is an engineer in the Air Force and we both agree, it is a pretty cushy life. Mark is a very hard worker and also the reason why we never have to call in a handy man/plumber/painter/or car repair guy. However, being an enginneer, he is also the reason we have about $600 worth of miscellaneous electronics in our garage, a paint ball gun strapped to a remote control airplane, and I had to get a new dust buster!
Sophie is our oldest. She is six years old and in Kindergarten. Her grandpa and I gave her about a month before we thought she's be expelled from school, but so far, she's done great!
Marky is four. He is obsessed with dinosaurs, Transformers, and Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles. He'll sing theme songs to you until you are bored or just walk away. Then all day long without even noticing until we have to ask him to be quiet.
Jane is 14 months old. She is adorable. She climbs everything and just discovered the garbage can. We no longer have any tupperware. When she's hungry, she makes a lot of noise!
Andrea is three months old. She's getting such a cute personality now that she's grown a bit. She likes to spit and fill her diapers...a lot!
Then there's me, Dorothy. I doubt that anyone else in my family will participate in writing on this blog, so as far as I'm concerned, everything I say is the truth. Therefore, I never yell at my children, my house is always clean, and dinner is always delicious! And everything I say about Mark is the truth, too!