I am Keegan; a wife, a stay home mother to three, ages 6, 4, and 1, and I am not Mormon or Catholic. I live in a part of the world where having three children means that either I’m religious or one of my children was conceived while tied down after too many margaritas. Nope, not the case here. I actually chose to have three children, and I will take the park whispers and the curious stares while I’m unloading my clan out of the car. Now that I have three walking talking little monsters angels, I love inviting friends over who have one child, especially if she is the quiet type and that is what they are used to.
In a previous life, I worked in the international non- profit, non-governmental, non-rent-paying but good vibe job industry. I also traveled and traveled and played and played. I was in the Peace Corps for two years, and traveled (read: hitch-hiked. Sunshine, if you ever read this, it is wrong and dangerous and you shouldn’t be reading this anyway) around South America for a number of months.
I never thought of marrying, never mind having children. But then life likes to throw swings at you sometimes, just to see how you’ll recover. Not certain I’ve even hit recovery phase yet.
I met hubby in college, we laughed, we cried, we road tripped and shat behind bushes. Then he took of for Japan, came back, we got back together; I took off for the Dominican Republic, came back to find him in the special forces (am I allowed to write that?). Considering I had just returned from two years of all-you-need-is-love-peace-and-friendship, the whole U.S. military thing kind of threw me, and we were no longer. Then, about two years later, after much ado that I won’t go into now, we were living together in sunny San Diego. That’s right, as in the hub of the U.S. Navy and Marines. Thank you.
Now, we live in the not-so-sunny Boston area where hubby is thankfully free from the claws of our government (though he would still rather be there), and in medical school, which is only slightly better. While he was in the Navy, I wouldn’t see him for six months during a deployment. It’s about the same now, but I wake up to wrinkled sheets next to me, so I know someone was there at night, and I get to do his laundry. Oh, and those nice checks that were deposited in my bank account while hubby was deployed have been replaced with loan balance statements.
This blog started as a part-time work project. Then I grew to love it, and then became a little addicted. Though, when I started, I really wanted it to be about my children and their every silly face and insane comment, it ends up being more about me and what I am thinking. There are people out there who make a ton of money from others reading about what they think. I don’t think my thoughts that lucrative, unfortunately, but it feels sooo good to get them out and down.
I have dreams of publishing children’s books from the stories I tell Sunshine and Boo. I also plan on opening my own business someday- either an art bar or a child-friendly cafe. I would like to find a way to open and run my own business while also contributing to society and creating positive change in our word. Can you tell I’m an only child? Always on the search for community, and eternally optimistic because I never had to share.
I have two other blogs I work on at night after the kids are tucked in chin-deep, the wine is uncorked, and hubby is in the Bat Cave buried up to his eyebrows in books. One is for my local community, Cambridge Moms Blog, and the other is for my larger community, Five Minutes for the Future.
Aside from playing with the kids and hubby, I love to dance (even when I’m the only one over 21 in place), paint (though my “studio” has been a work in progress for over a year now), practice yoga, travel (someday it will happen again, I know), drink red wine, and gab into the wee hours.
