And the there was Junior

3 posts for my 3 boys. My youngest, my baby.
He has Sensory Integration Disorder and will be evaluated for Autism (although I highly doubt he is on the spectrum.)
Jr. is 2 1/2. He is just starting to speak in small sentences, his recent progress is so exciting. He is loving and sassy at the same time. He is a mamas boy. He brings me joy and laughter.
He has some special needs and requires a higher level of work and attention, but he is worth it.
This one will keep me on my toes for many years to come!

Ahhh, the Middle Child

Well, I wrote a blog entry about Caleb, so I thought I would give Joshua an entry as well. Josh is the middle child.
I was an only child, so having 3 has been a learning experience to say the least, but having a middle child is something I never was ready for.
Joshua is funny and loving, but he cries out for attention at every turn, and rightly so. Being the middle often means being "forgotten". Not big enough to do some things big brother does, too big to do things that little brother does. No longer the "baby" after 4 years of holding the title. It is a tough place to be in the family, I think he will rise to the occasion, however.
Smart as a whip is our middle son. I believe with his sweet nature and brilliant mind, he has a bright future ahead of him! What lies ahead? Summer camp, learning TaeKwando.

Are you ready for some BASEBALL?

I am the mom of an almost 10 year old star! This is Caleb's second year on the Brighton Bears Major League team, and to be honest I couldn't be more proud of my son than when he takes to the field. He is determined, strong, and talented. He works so hard for the thing he loves, baseball.
Playing competitive ball at this age takes a lot of dedication and hard work. Beginning to practice first week of January for the season and playing through July. Doing baseball 4-6 days per week. Getting home after 9 or 10 pm on school nights from away games. Some days playing 2 -3 games in one day. Playing in all weather conditions; rain, snow, sleet, wind, cold. He gives 100% to his team.
I have big hopes for my first born son, of course he dreams of the Major Leagues, I see greatness. Of course, he has his moments, he has his days, he even has his weeks, when he makes me want to pull my hair out and give up, but then when he takes to the field, I see what my boy is made of. I am proud of my son and I am happy to be called his mom.