Category Archives: life with boys
wild
He is my wild child… May the world never tame him.
this time
It’s this time in a wee person’s life that I would like to linger. A time when small, seemingly insignificant things are the best reminder of the magic, the wonder, the mystery that we adults must work so hard to … Continue reading
growing up
G: I’m going to be a baseball player when I grow up. What are you going to be when you grow up, Mommy? Mommy: Hmm…a botanist. G: What are you going to be when you grow up, Daddy? Daddy: A … Continue reading
seconds and years
The wee-est of the three is running and climbing, throwing and drawing, listening and watching. I am living life not by days, or hours, or even minutes, but by seconds — the time it takes for a wee fellow to … Continue reading
daddy style
The weekend was enjoyed Daddy style: skiing on Saturday, biking on Sunday E-man’s lovin’ it. G-man moves at a different speed, preferring digging in the dirt and going for walks. Little Berg’s still along for the ride.
just like him
G-man is in love. In love with firefighters. It’s part love of heroism, part love of fire, part love of a danger, and several parts love of a really awesome uniform. It’s been well over a year now that he … Continue reading
almost five
G-man will be 5 tomorrow. When he was toddling about New Mexico we called him cave baby due to his preference for action over words and his love of meat eaters and weapons. In that regard, he hasn’t changed much. … Continue reading
blue eyes
someone asked for some more of blue eyes: he likes riding, and building, and hiding. he is always happy. even at 1 he is young at heart. love.
there were three in the tub
I’ve been away for awhile. It’s the time of year that our gaggle of borrowed teenagers is away, and we are left with only the sounds of our own family. It’s still not quiet, but there’s a lot less noise … Continue reading
dave takes over
I’ve held my ground for 6 years. Though Dave takes the clippers to his hair every couple of months, I’ve insisted upon scissors for the boys’ haircuts. That is, until the boys took the scissors to their hair themselves. Reparations … Continue reading
