the birthday boy
there is a big scary bionicle poised to attack my computer on my desk. he is greenish and silver, with menacing teeth and neon green eyes beneath his scary mask. in one hand he holds a sabre that lights up and in the other bright blue balls that he can shoot at the enemy.
he is a gift from the boys next door to the birthday boy.
I never had boys in my immediate family so watching my newly turned 8 year old is pretty neat.C love his bionicle and loves to attack any and all things (including his sister). He was almost completely overcome when he got his skateboard on the weekend. Dad had the great idea to hide his presents and have a treasure hunt.
My boy - and likely many boys - is a walking, burping, toilet humour loving, contradiction. While he loves his snuggles at night and in the morning - he does NOT want to be kissed anywhere near school. On his birthday I drove to school with him and he very quickly leaned in for a kiss by the car - with his eyes looking left to see if anyone was watching.
And yet my boy has a soft side - he loves his sister's my pony books - but won't fess up to it in public.I say this not to break a confidence but because I think we should celebrate our boys and all their sides. He still has his favourite colour that he had when he was 2, but to the outside world it is "green".
Mike took fiendish pleasure in reminding me that my baby will be 12 in 4 short years. It always reminds me of the time 8 years ago when I took my brand new baby to the deli and a very old lady came up to coo at him and tell me about her baby. After listening to her stories about her baby I asked her how old her baby was and she replied - "he's 60".
he is a gift from the boys next door to the birthday boy.
I never had boys in my immediate family so watching my newly turned 8 year old is pretty neat.C love his bionicle and loves to attack any and all things (including his sister). He was almost completely overcome when he got his skateboard on the weekend. Dad had the great idea to hide his presents and have a treasure hunt.
My boy - and likely many boys - is a walking, burping, toilet humour loving, contradiction. While he loves his snuggles at night and in the morning - he does NOT want to be kissed anywhere near school. On his birthday I drove to school with him and he very quickly leaned in for a kiss by the car - with his eyes looking left to see if anyone was watching.
And yet my boy has a soft side - he loves his sister's my pony books - but won't fess up to it in public.I say this not to break a confidence but because I think we should celebrate our boys and all their sides. He still has his favourite colour that he had when he was 2, but to the outside world it is "green".
Mike took fiendish pleasure in reminding me that my baby will be 12 in 4 short years. It always reminds me of the time 8 years ago when I took my brand new baby to the deli and a very old lady came up to coo at him and tell me about her baby. After listening to her stories about her baby I asked her how old her baby was and she replied - "he's 60".
posted by ayearinhalifax | 6:44 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home