My children

   I love them all...

   My oldest is 10, wow how time flies.  He is a brilliant boy. Good at math, loves science and has a vivid imagination.  He is full of ideas and dreams I hope to help come true.  He has a HUGE heart and is so kind and caring.  He likes to try to be the boss of his younger brothers, but can you blame him?

   My middle son is 8, almost 9. He is my fiery red head and I call him Red more often than not.  He is my fearless one and the one that likes to break bones.  Both bones in his lower leg (at the same time) and his left pinky.  That has been our last 2 summers and I am nervous about this year.  He is my clown and joker, full of imagination and ideas also.  He was the Godfather in kindergarten but has mellowed out a bit through the years.  By Godfather I mean, he was looked up to by his classmates and they would eat what he said for lunch, play what games he said and things of the sort... the ringleader.  I named him after my Great Grandfather.

    My youngest, Little Man, I have already told you about so I won't repeat myself much here. His smile makes me smile and his random, almost spontaneous kisses to the cheek melt my heart and fill me with joy.

   More about me in the next post...