As football season came to a close, I returned to wrestling. I am intent on having fun. I am going to enjoy wrestling for as long as I can.

I exercise about 5 times per week. Each and every time I head out to the gym, my son follows. He has his own rack for his weights. He has a complete set of hex dumbells at his disposal.

I never force him to exercise. It is up to him. If he wants to exercise, great. If not, that is "okay" too. He mimicks my every lift and stretch. He will scream bloody murder if I lift when it is his turn.

My son enjoys watching wrestling. He enjoys donning a pair of tights, boots, taping his wrists, blaring his entrance music over his plastic tape-deck microphone combo thingy. He picks up on all of the small details. If I do it - he HAS do to it too.

He is awesome. I am so very grateful for him. He is without a doubt the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. To watch him grow is absolutely amazing.

Family rawks.