My Boys

Adam was my firstborn. I had wanted a little girl. I guess I have always wanted to have the same kind of relationship with someone that I have with my own mom. When they told me Adam was going to be a boy I was a little disappointed for a split second. Then I got over myself and began to focus happily on the overly active man child that was about to enter our lives.

When I was pregnant with Caleb I had vivid dreams of a little girl and just knew that I would finally be able to dress someone in cute little sun dresses. When the ultrasound technician told me we were going to have a another boy I believe my words were "Of course we are" (insert sarcasm). I once again got over myself, although it took a little longer this time (yes, I am a pouter).

I knew boys were troublemakers. My own brothers did all sorts of interesting and destructive things when they were younger. Worse than that, when Eric was young, he set fire to curtains, slashed open a water bed, and escaped into the snow wearing only his diaper and a cowboy hat. I could only imagine what his offspring would be like. I already had experienced both Adam and Caleb beating me up on the inside before they were born and I always sat and imagined what it would be like when they actually joined our family. My ponderings were more intense with Caleb because I already had Adam visibly in front of me and I knew what small boys were capable of.

However, when we found out James was going to be a boy as well, my thoughts about needing a little girl had already begun to change. I didn't even flinch when I heard how much our rambunctious James was abusing his birth mother's insides. Although, that could have been because they weren't my insides. No, really though. The truth is I love my boys. I love balls, I love cars, I love dirt. I love the thought of having three Elder Bergs and three righteous priesthood holders. I am so grateful that my Heavenly Father has entrusted them to Eric and I for this short period of time on earth. That doesn't mean they don't drive me crazy. My Adam draws on every flat surface, Caleb thinks the trash is his personal toy chest, and James wakes me up by pulling my hair. Still, even thinking of all these little personality traits makes me smile.......for right now anyway :)

"Helping" Aunt Kate wash the car.

Caleb fell over about three minutes later which ended the fun but for right here he was deliriously happy.

What Adam does Caleb does too.

James looks like that because Adam is under that green blanket beside him.

Caleb is jealous that James now uses "his" swing.

Posed all by himself.

He knew how cool he looked doing this.

Always surprised. He is getting over that now but I loved it when he was little.

James first bath in the sink.

Not quite sure how he got here but really so funny.

Grandpa's hat, James' look of surprise.