Flavor of the week

There is a certain little boy of mine who is just so jolly..In fact I think he would look good with a wreath hanging around his neck.  When searching for pictures of wreaths (not really to put around his neck) I came across this picture of a wreath hanging on the London Bridge in Lake Havasu and I thought about how Bridger came to be and how fitting it would be to write few of my thoughts down during this season.  Now my husband frequents Lake Havasu as it is part of his territory for work.  About 2 years ago when we were coming up with the boys names we easily had solidified 2 of the 3 and were just stumped on the third one.  Well I must note we had the middle name but not the first name.  Oh and I could think of names but not just any name that sounded good with Waylon as the middle name.  So one night as the birth of these boys got a little closer, I was talking to Waylon on his phone as he made his way home from a long business trip to Las Vegas.  We were again trying to figure out a name for this baby and no joke hubby was driving over a bridge when he said, "What about the name Bridge?"  After a few hahas we both stopped and said wait a second here, what about Bridger?  I thought that's manly enough and after all there is a Bridger National Forest (beautiful place where my Dad ran a business) and that's kind of sentimental.  There was also a notorious mountain man/explorer named Jim Bridger (ok that's a little further from being sentimental, but still.)  Waylon and I were feelin' it but still secretly I had a fight inside that his name still wasn't sentimental enough for there wasn't enough meaning behind his name.  I mean come on what am I supposed to tell him when he wants to know where we got his name....well one of your brothers is named after a really great stalwart man named Grandpa another one after our other great Grandpas and well you, we just couldn't figure it out so Dad drove over a bridge and we settled.  Well I can finally confirm that I've made peace with his name.  This name fits him perfect.  I can tell he is going to make great meaning out of his name because he was articulately constructed to be strong like a bridge.  In fact I'm just throwing this out there but I think he is strong enough to weather all that life gives him.  He is such a Bridger Baby and I simply adore him.  He came to us as the runt of the litter (well that's what I had a litter) and quickly became my biggest boy. This boy is a cheesy, compulsive door slamming chunk-a-bunk.  He was the first to clap and give Momma kisses on demand.  He loves to say, "I'm done", "cheese" & "buh day " (buddy).  Also I will be really surprised if you don't pursue some sort of musical something.  You are the best singer and take every opportunity to tickle the ivories (or pound them).  Let's hear it for the boy that makes Momma want to gobble him up on a daily basis like 60 times a day.  Bridgey Baby you are one strong but contented little soul.  That is why I nominate you for the flavor of the week.  Love ya!