A Look Into My Life Of Raising Four Rough And Tumbly Boys
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Tryin' My Hand at Picasa
I firmly believe that you can take almost any picture and with some heavy duty photo shop you can make it presentable. I should have saved the original to show the difference. But I cropped out a chewed up crumpled Dixie cup in Gavin's other hand, the dog, and lots of toys. After some sharpening, warmifying, auto-contrasting *voila* you're left with a beautiful boy!
My little man Harrison. He's a rowdy nine year old who loves everything "boy." Every stage since his birth has been my favorite. But now, really, I think the 8 year old stage is the best. Really.
Gavin
My middle son Gavin, Gi-Gi, or Geedge is my fiercely independent six year old. His mantra is 'I can do it by myself.' Sometimes this is at the expense of his safety and much to his dismay Mom and Dad have to intervene. But, at the end of the day he still needs his Momma to snuggle and scratch his back. I happily oblige.
Cannon
My youngest and rowdiest! son, Cannon. At the age of three he has grown into true a true Bergman Bruiser adding to the rough and tumbliness of our home.
Quintin
Our latest and greatest Bruiser. Quin joining our family officially enters us into the 'buttload of kids' category and ensures that we will have a rambunctious house for many years to come.
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