My 7-year-old, my sweet little monkey. He has my mother’s eyes. They crinkle the same way when he smiles. He is also very photogenic. That definitely does not come from me! I am a picture-phobe. He has his father’s smile, it lights up his whole face. He is finishing up 1st grade this year. He has enjoyed school so far and had two good teachers. He is an awesome reader. I mean he can read EVERYTHING. Always has been able to since he was 3 or 4. You can’t even “spell out” words in adult conversations, ’cause he figures them out – “what does that mean, mommy? why you spellin’? His kindergarten teacher was totally impressed that he read the sign near the classroom sink to remember to “Wash your hands before returning to work”. At the parent-teacher conference, she wanted to know my way of teaching him so many words at such a young age. I just said we read a lot in our house. And we do. And Super Why, on PBS, was a big influence on his reading. But truly, I think he figured out how to read from the guide on TV. He would recognize Spongebob and Blue’s Clues on the guide and turn the channel to those programs. Hmmm, number learnin’ too. So, there you go, television can be a good
babysitter educational tool.
M is a total Daddy’s boy. Whatever Daddy says is law. Whatever Mommy says is negotiable. He is a funny boy. He has true comic timing and he gets jokes. He really gets them, at seven. Now, telling them…well he is just seven. A couple of years ago his favorite thing used to be saying, “Guess what?” then when you say, “What?” he would say “Chicken butt!”. So hil-ar-i-ous. In his mind. Now, he is into drawing a mohawk on every person in his drawings, I don’t know where it comes from. I swear, none of us have a mohawk. No one in our close extended family has a mohawk. He’s never met anyone with a mohawk. He also incorporates a lot of action in his pictures, fighting, flying, skateboarding, gunplay, etc. And every picture has a story, literally. A picture tells a 1000 words…whatever. At our house, it’s more like 10,000. But as his tells the story, you can see it in the artwork. But he get’s only B’s in art. Seriously, how can a person who draws with such imagination get B’s in art. I’m just saying…It’s first grade, ease up. Mrs. Art Teacher must not be getting the whole story.
M has two laughs. One giggle that is infectious and one that is obnoxious. There is a slight distinction between them that I cannot describe, but you just know. He enjoys the fact that he can use it as a weapon against his older brother, N, due to that fact that N cannot retaliate for a giggle, annoying or not. His only recourse is to stomp into his room and shut the door. This pleases my M immensely! But there is a downside. Little B can only take so much and then proceeds to MMA him. With little bro, he has to walk a fine line. M, like his older brother, cannot retaliate against the baby’s moves. He must tap out every time. He remembers that…
most some hardly ever a lot of the time. Fast forward a few years and even this will not work. I believe we will be going all 5 rounds and the judges will have to declare a winner. I dread that day. Not just for that, I don’t even like to imagine in fast forward, the past 7 years have flown by as it is.