Saturday, March 16, 2013

Being Six

Every chapter is new and exciting adventure. 
I kinda want to bottle this chapter up and keep it forever.
Gone is our little boy who had only one friend in preschool.
Every night he enlightens us with stories about "his crew" and their adventures on the sand field, or his reading group at school, or his table group.  He has befriended two of the special education students who spend half days in the classroom.  He says whenever the two come in, he is quick to ask if he can be moved to one of the tables to help the student(s). 
He will tell you he likes math more than reading or writing. 
I'm not sure that is true.
He is a non-stop chatter box, in non-stop movement.  He high jacks my Ipad on a regular basis, and can be found in his playroom, watching/listening to the Ipad while he is working on Lego projects or coloring. 
 He often talks in the third person, which cracks us up.
"That's not right, Alex."  "Time to eat, Alex"  "Here we go, Alex"
Mary and David continue to be his imaginary play dates but they don't spend as much time in the car with us as they used to.  Speaking of the car, he loves to listen to Bon Jovi or the Rock of Ages CD when we drive around.  I kinda love it, too.

He has chores and responsibilities and doesn't argue when it is time to work.  He likes being our biggest helper boy.
Physically, he has sprouted overnight and is the cutest long-legged, gangly, skinny little boy. 
He is a tough little one when he falls and when he cries, we know it really hurts.
He has lost two teeth and has one wiggly one.  And he wants to know if the wiggly one on top will bring in more money from the Tooth Fairy than the bottom ones.
When he is excited, he jumps up and down, claps his hands and laughs uncontrollably.
When he is frustrated, he throws himself down and tears start flowing uncontrollably.
Whatever emotion he is feeling, he feels intensely
Alexander and his dad laugh about farts, poop, and other boy related topics (like superheros). 
Alexander and his mom cuddle as she reads Harry Potter to him.
He's growing up.
We are so lucky he is ours.

1 comment:

Schoolcraft Stuff said...

Tear jerker. Heart melter. Time, what a thief you are.