I have three children
Jason was born January 15, 1973. Kerry Michael Lynch is his father. Jason has been a wonderful son. A little bit wild and a little bit dependable, trustworthy and just a nice person. Everyone loves Jason! Jason has a tendency to joke about everything, even the serious stuff. That is how he handles his stress. He is the guy that you are just not very sure when he tells you something if it is really true. You have to dig a little bit to find out if he is serious about some things. Jason is the great cook in our family and the guy is amazing when you put a microphone in his hand.
This is where you are supposed to tell stories about your kids and I am just not a story teller.
If I was I might tell you of the time we discovered tiny be-be size holes in the ceiling of the living room. Upon grilling Jason, we find out that he had been shooting at a spider on the ceiling when he was home along one afternoon. What? Are you kidding me?
I could tell you about the time we went camping when Jason was about 8 and sent Jason, Brad (Mark's step son) and Scott (Mark's stepson) out to go snipe hunting. Mark and I went out into the forest at Priest Lake and watched the boys. Funniest thing I ever saw as the boys eventually came back into camp and Brad and Scott locked Jason out of the camper and Jason stood by the camp fire and shouted into the forest for us. (Kinda sounds like child abuse now that I tell the story.....)
Lindsey was born January 7, 1982. Lindsey is my more serious child. Has a lot of her father in her personality. Lindsey takes a while to get to know people and can be a little stand offish, but once she becomes your friend, you know you have a friend for life that you can depend on and you always know where you stand with Lindsey.
Lindsey always functions best when she has structure around her. I believe that is why she tended to lean towards sports. The structure of the game is her comfortable spot and as it turns out, she is a very gifted athlete. This is where I am supposed to tell a story about Lindsey. I am not a very good story teller, but if I was I might tell you of the night we found out she made the varsity soccer team as a freshman. On the way home we passed her good friend, Ann Giesa, with her Mother, Mardi, driving down 10th street. For some crazy reason, we decided that Lindsey would hang a BA out the window, so I held onto her arm so she wouldn't fall out and she pulled her pants down and hung her butt out the window when we passed Mardi and Ann! Another case of child abuse where I could possibly get arrested? What kind of mother was I?
Kyle was born July 10, 1984. He was the cutie pie of the bunch. With a head of blonde curls and a sweet personality he was hard to beat. Kyle was rather a blend between Jason's wild jokester personality and Lindsey's serious side.
Our little Kyle was the first to break a bone. He pushed his big-wheel up the driveway and rode it down standing on the seat, ran into the wall Dad was building along the driveway at the end and broke his leg! Kamikaze pilot! Kyle was also the first to wreck a car. He blew through a stop sign while driving his sister's car while in high school and t-boned another car. (Quit messing with the stereo while driving!)
Our big surprise with Kyle came when he entered college. He spent a lot of time skiing and boating with the family during his youth. His father was a great water skier. Kyle tubed and wakeboarded but would never learn to ski. When he entered college, he joined the water ski team! What? He learned to ski with them and spent four years and beyond, with the ski team, traveling to Oregon and California and made a bunch of life long friends. Never say never.
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