But didn’t miss his birthday (actual day in early Oct) – he had like 3 or 4 separate celebrations by the time it was all said and done.
Apparently turning 12 deserves all that.
I love this picture that Kim captured last month. This is a TOTAL Noah look. The wheels are turning. He’s thinking of something slightly mischievous, but knows better than to laugh because then you would be on to his plan.
This boy, he keeps me on my toes! He’s already smarter than both Mark and I in a lot of ways. (Noah, I did NOT say all of them.) He’s got a head for trivia and numbers and a scary-good photographic memory. I always tell him he should work for the CIA when he grows up. Instead he wants to be a Lego designer. Which is why I put up with the self-procreating (at least it seems) collection of Legos in the playroom. He builds almost everything from scratch and I have no doubt that someday he’ll be responsible for some famous Lego creation. (Do they give out college scholarships for that?)
If that doesn’t work out there’s engineering or inventing or a gazillion other things he’d be good at.
Can you get paid for telling 12-year-old boy jokes – you know – ones that center around burping, poop or farts? If so, he’s got it made.
A couple weeks ago during bedtime I noticed he’d been in the bathroom an awful long time and the shower hadn’t started yet.
“Give me the book dude!”
He opened the door and stared at me incredulously. “How did you know I was reading in the bathroom?”
Um, I just did.
He is SOOO my son 🙂
(You can read more about his birth and my gratitude for first world healthcare here.)