My first post! What to write about? I don't like having this be so fresh. I would love to wait until I have multiple posts ready and then add them all at once. Too much pressure on the first. I have so many blog ideas; crazy baby names I've heard over the years, "do you ever want to..." series, my life b.k. and a.k. (before kids, after kids)--what did I do with all that free time??, and "did that just happen, seriously?"
I suppose I will start with a shout-out to Twitter and tell you exactly what I'm doing right now. Harrison is at Mother's Day Out, Gavin is sleeping, and I just came in from outside. I'm in my bathing suit, trying to get a tan. Brown fat always looks better than white fat. I was attempting to mow the grass. The lawn mower resides outside because our garage is full of can't-part-with arcade games. It has suffered from the deluge of rain last week and now won't start. So, T-minus 30 minutes from Harrison's pick-up, no tan and no mowed grass. Bummer.
Perhaps this afternoon I will have better luck and be more productive.
The Bruisers
Harrison
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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