Our Family

Donovan here. Occasionally (it only seems like every other weekend) we load up the family cruiser (a silver Sienna mini-van with a key scratch on the right side and NO BUILT-IN DVD PLAYER!... seriously, are we living in the Stone Age here, people?!) and head for the hills. Or, more accurately, The Hill. Doodad and Moomaw's Hill, that is.

You've heard us refer to them quite often, so as a service to our legions of readers, we offer a non-doctored photo lineup of The Coffmans (note: not all are Coffmans, please no lawsuits) complete with identifications:



FRONT ROW, left to right: Doodad, always in motion, appears in this photo to be about to jump to his feet to get a guest "something cold to drink"... Donovan, fine-looking young lad with large reservoirs of wit and cuteness... Jackson, Doodad-in-training, usually opens his mouth as wide as possible during photos... Moomaw - not saying anything bad about her; apparently, she's now packing heat.

BACK ROW, left to right: Uncle Brian, great hair... Baby Evelyn, better hair... Aunt Steppie, um, well, she HAS hair, and a fondness for green tops... Uncle Bob, shown here without facial hair... Aunt Missie, shortest adult in back row and has access to the world's greatest invention: a fountain that spews chocolate!... and finally, Mom and Dad, who are unaware that we blog behind their backs, so how smart can they be?