We had a wonderful Easter weekend with my brother, Taylor, and the kids. While my kids were sad to leave their cousins and their Aunt/Uncle there was a little carrot dangling at the end of their trip...
By the name of Bernie...or Burny... or Berney...
After weeks of arguing we finally agreed upon a name. We have not however, agreed how to spell his name.
But...since I will be the one to take him to all his doctor appointments AND get him his license...then I will get to spell his name the way I want. Bwahahahahaha!
I introduce to you Burny Bo Crow.
He is a real heartbreaker I tell you.
And already he is such a good boy.
He was exactly 8 weeks old yesterday when we picked him up. He weighs ten pounds. He slept like a champ and seems as if he is going to be very mild-mannered.
Perhaps he'll be better behaved than my children?
No matter. I have four kids who are awfully happy to have him as part of our family.
Hopefully he's awful happy to be a part of our family.