Peas and Thank You

Meet the Peas

Sarah

Attorney turned stay-at-home mom, she’s a daughter of Christ, a recipe inventor, a storyteller, a hair up-doer, a laundry folder and never-putter-awayer. She’s retired her flat iron (gasp!), cut back on the coffee and just when you didn’t think it possible, has dedicated even more of her life to watching young singles find love on prime-time television. Eternal, lasts-forever love.

Chris

Patient, tolerant and loving husband and father. A snob about his root beer, he would smuggle his own into the movies rather than drink what’s on tap. But he’s always willing to share his drink with an excited little girl, no matter how much kettle corn is stuffed in her mouth. Oh, and he’s an ace at laundry putting awaying. Total keeper.

Gigi

Seven year-old jump roping, spinach scarfing, highly-dramatic-monologue giving second grader. She’s the happiest kid you’d ever meet, and has the participation awards to prove it. You’ll never find her without a book or without a smile. A very toothless smile.

Lulu

Blond-haired, blue-eyed five year-old who has a nose for mischief. She’s obsessed with puppies, hijacking her mommy’s blog, pickles and the naughtiest boy in her Sunday School class. But if you ask her to sum it all up, she’ll look you straight in the eye and say, “Cheese is my life.” Of course it is.

Pea Kitty

Proof positive that just because you don’t eat animals doesn’t mean you have to love them. The fuel for the anti-Pea Kitty sentiment is less about the constant hairballs and shredded couch corners and more about the inexplicable lunging attacks at a passerby’s ankles. A passerby named “me.” Those knee high boots aren’t just for fashion, kids.