An Introduction . . . .

I have decided that far too much happens throughout the day for me to not be recording it. Plus, like every other average aged busy mother to 2 children, time for baby book monitoring is a joke. No, seriously, it is a horrible thing, but Brady HAS a baby book, it has just never been written in. Okay, maybe it has his birth information, but that is probably the extent of my recording this precious boy's life. Bryce has a bit more recorded, but probably not much past the day Brady was born. This are the advantages of being born first. However, I have HUGE mommy guilt over this. Some day, Brady is going to be looking through his memory box and stumble upon his baby book and realize that Mama never took the time to record the exact date his teeth came in, or how much he weighed at his 6 month well baby check up. Then the resentment, the anger, and the therapy bills will start building up.

Anyway, now that I have the pleasure and joy of living this relaxed life, sitting at home, watching soap operas, eating bon bons, and occasionally letting the monkeys out of their cage, I figured I should start to record some of their best . . . and worst moments. After all, they may be interested in their childhoods someday and, at the rate of my memory loss, I may be a vegetable by then. So, every day, I am hoping to record how our day went, what happened, and, most particularly, the more fascinating Bryce-isms so few of you are privileged to be allowed to hear. Here goes nothing.

Many of you know that because of a recent promotion for Travis, we have moved to South Dakota and I am now a Research Engineer in the areas of Childhood Development and Human Relations. My job duties include refereeing public and private disputes, developing menus and executing my fine culinary skills three or four times a day, assisting my projects in containing human waste in their proper containers, followed by teaching proper accoutrement styles. I am also required to develop a program to enlighten and accommodate their current knowledge base, as well as expand on any future intelligence the subjects hope to have in the future. Throughout the day, I am occasionally called upon to provide adulation and embraces, as well as the often requested kiss on one injury or another. However, these occasions are ones I delight in. My other full time job is Domestic Engineer. Through the many spare minutes I find between duties of my first job, I am also required to disinfect and cleanse the domestic domicile in order for the subjects from my other position, as well as my financial backer, to continue to survive in an immaculate (or something like that) and orderly environment. Yeah, basically, I am a Mama and a housewife and I love every second of it, even the refereeing. It has been my dream to raise my kids at home since my oldest was born. My "subjects" are the cutest boys you will ever meet in your life. I am not kidding. People tell me this often. I know, I know, you are thinking that I am their mother, so I am biased. But seriously, they really are gorgeous and adorable as all get out. Trust me!

So, my youngest is Brady. He just turned 2 earlier this month. He is big for his age, and it gets old hearing it all the time. Yeah, I know -he is a big boy. Heck, he is probably sick of hearing it, too! He doesn't really talk much, and maybe that is a good thing. He probably wants to tell all of the geniuses commenting on his size to shut the hell up and mind their own business. Well, if I were him, at least, that is what I would want my first words to be. So, since he doesn't talk much, he just grunts and smiles at the idiots wondering if he will be "a big strong football player". I truly hate it when people put these expectations on my kids - especially strangers. For all they know, he will have a love of opera and the ballet, and be the next Pavarotti. Or, he could absolutely hate both music and football and opt to be a dentist or wheat farmer instead. However, he does have a bit of an anger issue, so lately, I have been thinking a career in the WWF may be in his future.

My oldest is Bryce and he has been waiting for his birthday since August, and it is not until next month. When he asked again today, for the umteenth time, when his birthday was and I, once again, patiently explained that it was not until February and we were still in January, he informed me that he is "sick of January. I am ready for February already. Make it February, because I can't be 3 any more. I need to grow so tall and so big real fast, but I can't do that until I am 4." If only it worked that way . . . . . He is quite seriously the smartest little boy I have ever met. He is reading some short words now, spells many more, counts to 30 or 40, depending on his mood that day. He also has an imagination to beat all and has lately been obsessed with pirates and treasure. Oh, and turning 4.

So, for today, I will just introduce my little family. It is my hope to not only maintain this as a documentation for the boys, when they get older, of their childhoods, but to also keep our family and friends apprised of our activities and goings on. So, to keep your intense curiosity on the drama of the Kwiecinski family at bay, make sure to read every day. You know you have an hour or 2 to waste! ~8-)