Kicking things off

So I’ve finally decided to blog.

I hate that word.

But here I am doing it.

Actually, I’ve been “logging” for a long time, but since we have this web thing, and I can log to a spot where I can let others read it, and I don’t have to worry about storage space, then it only makes sense to web log. Right?

And my subject for this blog is being Michael’s daddy.

Why? Because it is the only way I will be able to maintain my sanity between now and when he’s eighteen and no longer my responsibility.

See… Michael, Lord love him, was not a planned addition to our family. He came along quite late in the game, after two daughters, a divorce, a remarriage and the inheritance of a stepdaughter. So he’s behind his next-older sibling by eight years.

And he’s a boy.

And he has red hair and blue eyes. Nobody in our family has red hair or blue eyes (well… not in this generation, anyway – we have Irish on both sides and I guess this is where it decided to pop back up). And don’t go thinking that! He’s mine without a doubt.

So he’s started out with a lot against him, but he’s been meeting the challenge quite handily. He’s a scrappy little beast, a real handful, but cute as anything. And his three sisters just dote on him constantly.

Now, what the heck could I find so fascinating in having a new kid that would require me to write about him on a regular basis? People have kids every day. People have boys, people have cute kids, people have difficult kids. What’s so special here?

Stick with me and find out. This is one of those experiences that is meant to be shared.