TWELVE. Really?

Happy Birthday to our oldest. How we've enjoyed watching you grow. The most tumultuous waters are still ahead, but we think you'll come through just fine.
Isaiah Luke joined us 5:30ish in the afternoon. He was a happy, mellow, low maintenance baby. He's still a happy,mellow, low maintenance kid. A book and a flashlight and he's pretty much set. Some things about people never change.
But other things do.
Our oldest isn't as video game obsessed as he was a year ago. No, his new techno obsession is cell phones...especially texting. He celebrated my announcement of adding unlimited text to our plan by sending 150+ texts over that first weekend.
And his view of girls is morphing too. In years past he's had a very much "people are people, who cares about parts?" point of view. (He thankfully skipped the ew gross stage when he was younger.) Now he's very aware there's something "different" about girls, and that maybe he likes it. He's even flirting a bit, but I don't think he realizes that's what it is. After all, he's the kid who told me recently "I don't want to kiss a girl until I'm married." Pretty sure that will change in the next few years too.
Sometime over the course of this last year he's really become a pretty good companion too. He's starting to "get" parts of real world, and think his decisions through more. He asks good questions, and sometimes comes up with amazing answers on his own. I've always been fond of kid lit, and he's sharing his library books with me. We even want to see the same movies, well mosty. He is still a boy...and some movies he finds funny I just find, well gross. In other words, all is progressing normally.
Perhaps the best thing we've done together recently was attend KC's Ren Fest. We spent the day shopping, watching a joust, and throwing things, some of them shiny, sharp and pointy. His favorite part of the day was the bungee jump. I just stood back and watched him jump above the treetops, feeling a bit sick to my stomach. Yet that's what the future holds. Letting go, and watching him reach for the sky.

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