Trevor

Trevor is my middle son. this little boy is special in every way. there's nothing physically wrong with him nor mentally, unless you call being a wise-n-himer a mental problem. Trevor is 11 years old now and he's the funniest person he knows. Everything is a joke when Trevor is around, he try your very last nerve. I love him to pieces but I'm surprised he hasn't driven me to drink.

Look at him he's a beautiful child. He's a hard worker especially if you offer him money. He loves music but he thrives in sports. He tried tackle football a couple of years ago and broke his tibia 2 days before his first game. i was horrified. he spent the next six weeks in a cast and wheelchair. Trevor is at his best on a baseball field. he has played for five years. He can cover the field like a pro. He plays second and first base, short stop and catcher. He shines the most on the pitchers mound.Last night he pitched 3 innings, and the first two were no hitters. his third time on the mound wasn't as good. there had been a bad call when his team was at bat and the pissed off Trevor and he carried it with him to the mound. When he's mad his playing goes down the tubes, but when he's out there enjoying himself, the opponent beware.

Trevor is a sweet lovable but emotional hard headed little boy. He is stubborn just like his mom but he also is very sensitive and takes everything to heart. We tried for over a year to get pregnant with him and his dad and i were so excited when we knew we were expecting him. he has kept us all on our toes ever since. My heart aches because i hold him at a distance most of the time. we have become closer over the past couple of years and i do love him dearly, but he does try my patients with his wise cracks.

Thank you Trevor for your big heart and your wonderful humor.