Harrison started swim lessons this week with Ms. Susan. He focused as long as he could, trying to 'scoop ice cream' with his arms in the water and kick his legs fast, then slow. He did well, especially considering all he wanted to do was jump off the diving board. He really, really wanted to jump off the bigger one, but compromised to the little one. He watched the big boys run, jump on the end of the board, then land with a big splash of a cannon ball. He so badly wanted to do the same, and he did do the best, biggest jump he could muster having to walk to the edge and only jump one time into the arms of Ms. Susan.
This is day one.
Day two. Can't tell, but he's wearing goggles that he made me put on immediately when we got to the pool....before we got out of the car! He feels so special getting this one-on-one attention. I'm ready for him to start swimming like the fish he thinks he is!
And I don't know about you, but I don't think I've ever seen a more adorable zebra.
And, for all of you keeping track, please note that Gavin is not completely naked, he is finally wearing undies. This finally breaks the last four or five consecutive posts with Gavin being only in his skivvies.
My mom sent me so many pictures on her trip with Harrison my phone became clogged. Here's a forgotten post that recently came through. Harrison, Grandma, and Grandpa having dinner at one of the few restaurants in town. Sideliners--it's actually a bar/restaurant combo. So, yah, my young son is in a bar....and this isn't his first time here.
Harrison wants it to be pointed out he's having root beer while Grandpa's having a draft beer.
All smiles after a slumber party with his cousins and Godmother.
I think Harrison's Texas boots helped him paddle faster!
What high school graduation party is complete without a bounce house, snow cone machine, party tent, food and drinks?
That is a bummer that Uncle Jeff had his phone and wallet on that paddle boat.
This is Uncle Jeff, soaking wet, contemplating the events that just occurred. Although, what did he think was going to happen when the boys were approaching him in the water?
Uncle Mark teaching Harrison the basic lessons of the 'bean bag toss'
"Just like this, right, Uncle Mark?"
Uncle Jeff, all dried off, holding my newest cousin (and his first grandchild), Callie. What a cutie!
The snack of champions. Pancakes, chicken nuggets, strawberry, and half an ice cream sandwich.
Finally spoke with Harrison tonight. After a much needed nap he felt like telling me he missed and loved me. I'm sure this required no enticement at all from my mom! I think she's feeling a little pity for my sons lack of homesickness. However it comes, I'll take it. Steve listened to Harrison's father's day message and it made him smile, "hey Dad....Dad....DAD! Happy, um, happy father's day, wuve you! Bye!"
It was only with promises of talking to Gavin that Harrison would even take my call today! I think growing, birthing, feeding, and supurbly raising him at least earns me a daily phone call with a simple "love you Mom."
Watching PBS kids on the computer with his bed buddy McKinzie. She said the twin bed was a little tight. I think tonight he's bunking with Cramden.
No morning is complete without a daily buck, followed by a good 'ol time-out.
Getting ready for swimming. I think he may have donned the goggles a little premature as the pool was a 15 minute drive! He was ready!
My fearless boy!
Four generations. A little fun fact for ya, these four people share two middle names. Lee and Lou. Can you match the name?
Mom wanted to share Harrisons outfit choice. I think he looks pretty cute, but Mom can't take credit--McKinzie picked it out.
She probably would have put socks on with his Nike sandals.
Still missing you big boy! Have fun and give everybody a big hug for me!
We talked to Harrison last night at midnight Ohio time! He was wired, telling us all about the fireflies and where he was sleeping, and, of course, he wanted to know what Gavin was doing and could he please talk to him. So, I wasn't surprised when this picture came to me at 8:30 this morning. This is the look of 'more sleep, please!' Eight hours of sleep isn't enough for my boy. Unfortunately, for G-Jo, she's going to have to learn that the hard way.
This is what really makes me green with envy. Harrison eating Sweet Shop donuts. Drinking out of the same cup I did as a kid, making crumbs on the same tablecloth. Being a military child and moving around year-after-year I loved coming home to Grandma and Grandpa's house, because nothing ever changed. Ever. One question though, Grandma, why isn't he sitting on the white stool? It won't be long before his tooshie outgrows it and the next child takes over.
No Versailles trip is complete without a baseball lesson at cousin Richards house. Yah, that is a baseball diamond and it's in their yard. They don't mess around with sports at this house. You play hard or sit on that bench you see.
On the way to the airport I told Mom to make sure she didn't dress Harrison like a goob. I'm not sure what it is about grandmothers (sorry, Mom, but it's what you are, okay?) but they somehow manage to take the cutest outfit and goob it up. Pulling socks up to a height that would rival any 1970's basketball player, or tucking shirts in that are better left out, and hiking shorts way passed the point of comfortable. So, she enjoyed sending me this picture of Harrison's behind. She's laughing, but I promise, he has come home from being on a G-Jo outing and has looked just like this.
The first 'buck' of the day. Harrison upset because G-Jo wanted him to go potty before the road trip to Indiana. Clearly, he didn't want to go. I think he won this battle.
After the two-hour drive from Versailles, Ohio to Fort Wayne, Indiana my boy was hungry! And what's better than some pancakes with your big cousin, Cameron? Or Cramden as Harrison says.
Harrison and his G-Jo have started an adventure together!! Six days in Ohio and Indiana going to my cousin, Maddison's, graduation. Steve and I are happy for Harrison, I know he feels incredibly special going on this trip all by himself, but it's left such a void in our house. On the way home from the airport Gavin kept saying, "Where Harrison (sounds more like, Na-E-Nan) go?" We're making the best of it, we took Gavin to our favorite hibachi restaurant tonight and he is eating up all the one-on-one attention. But, Harrison, come home already, we miss you!! Oh, and, you too, Mom, we miss you, too!
G-Jo and Harrison being dropped off at the airport. His backpack was packed with a PSP, a Thomas train, two books from Grammy, leftover popcorn from last night, crayons with paper, and most importantly, his Blankie.
A pre-flight lunch of McDonald's. It's become a bit of a staple for Bergman travel.
Oh, and an Auntie Anne's pretzel. That's a staple, too.
What a tired looking boy arriving in Dayton, Ohio! He can barely pull that carry-on.
He seemed to perk up a little bit once he saw GrandmaPits and Aunt Julie. Mom said she asked him, "Harrison, do you miss your Mom?" "No. I miss Gavin." "Do you miss your Dad?" "No. I miss Gavin." Brotherly love is thick! Always a good meal at Bob Evan's, right Grandma?
No Ohio summer night is complete without catching fireflies. This is one of my fondest childhood memories. So happy Harrison did this, so sad I wasn't there to watch his excitement. Thanks for the pictures, G-Jo. Keep 'em coming, it helps me feel connected.
Happy mom, happy wife, happy life. I'm a mom who sees that the daily challenges and blessings of parenting far supersedes what I expected. I'm a wife who sees 'for better or for worse' in a whole new light. I'm a neonatal ICU nurse who sees daily that the miracle of life is a gift from God.
My husband, my love. The ying to my yang. Famous quote "Hey Steve, can you help me clean up around the house?" "But, Gretch, you're so good at it. We're a team, we both shouldn't be good at the same thing, right?" He's the proud pappa of his four boys. He enjoys adding to the rough and tumbliness of the household!
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.
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.
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.
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.