Thursday, October 20, 2011

Our Boy

Nicholas is one-of-a-kind in our family. (Yes, yes, each of the kids is one-of-a-kind. This isn't about them).

Does he irritate the crap out of his brother? Oh yes. Does he groan when told to take a shower even after football practice? Duh. Does he leave dirty clothes on the floor, even if it's the living room floor? Oh yeah.

Does he still have a favorite stuffed animal? Yup. Usually wrapped in a blanket. Does he hold hands with mom and dad? Sure. Does he continue to ask for another chapter at bedtime? Indeed. Does he work hard at school? As hard as he needs to.

Does he set his phone alarm for 7 a.m. and 4 p.m. to remind him to "Be nice to Jonathon"? He does. Does he intentionally fail to tackle the other new kid at football so that kid doesn't have to do an extra lap, and instead takes the lap himself? Naturally.

He doesn't raise his voice and he doesn't like yelling around him or, especially, at him. His favorite place to be is home. Even with uberfun stuff, he manages only a short time before thinking about going back home to the quiet and familiar. He's quiet and calm and sensitive and reserved. He's thoughtful and helpful and considerate. He's stylish. He sits back and observes and considers and weighs before deciding whether to add an opinion or join an activity.

He's amazing.

And he's ours.

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