Mr. Bryson

Bryson is quite the character. He is stubborn, yet helpful. He is a momma’s boy but will defer to me for games. He let's me touch and talk to Lisa without crying, hitting me or grabbing her. He will eat more dinner if he sees a soda in front of me; yet will not try anything new. He loves to help make cookies and eat cookie dough. He is a great little helper. He will fight going to bed one minute and be sound asleep the next. This kid goes all out all the time. If I could bottle up his energy and sell it I could put the energy drink makers out of business. He is developing into a neat little boy and is the greatest source of happiness in our lives. He loves trains and cars and is all boy. He is too smart for his own good and knows how to play the odds into his favor. He loves to swim and is fearless of the water. He takes a running jump into the pool as often as occasion allows. He has a great laugh, a wonderful smile and loves the mirror; in fact he never met a mirror he did not like. It is the best part of my day to come home and get a big hug and kiss from him. We have him signed up for pre-school starting in August, but he needs to figure out the potty training thing first. He is about half way there but is too stubborn to just to do it. We love him and our glad that he is our little guy. One of my best friends, Will Love, made a comment the other day that I was not missing any fun. This kid, who bears my name, is the greatest source of fun and enjoyment that I have. No concert, sporting event or trip could ever come close to fun I have being Bryce's dad. I never knew how much fun a happy toddler could be.