Ten Things about my Favorite Ten Year Old

He's officially hit the double digits.

My biggest kid is ten years old, here's a few things about him.

And yes I'm getting my brag on. It's well within my rights today.

1. Sure, they argue...but that boy loves his sister. I watched them walk into the laser tag room, older kids towering around them - he put his arm around her and led her off to the side to find a seat. It was the smallest of things but that's what it's all about.

2. He won a raffle today, for the coveted dalmatian webkin. And he conquered one of his biggest fears...he actually picked up the phone and called the adult in charge of the raffle to claim his prize.

3. One of his best friends acts like a complete imbicile when he's with a group...he shows off, gets uber-bossy and for the life of me I can't fathom why this friendship is still intact. Every time the kid started with his schtick today at the party my boy called him out on the crappo behavior and let it be known that it was over the top. It got dicey a few times but I was impressed.

4. He got a video game for his birthday that I've been wanting (Roller Coaster Tycoon - I know...Geeeeek) and he's SO excited for me.

5. He's playing Guitar Hero at his friends house and he's loving Free Bird and Carry On My Wayward Son. He's not musically inclined. At all. As far as I'm concerned I'll spring for the PS2 and the stinking guitar if it'll get him off Gwen Stefani. Oh, wait...no I won't. I impose a no video game buying zone from the first day of really nice weather until late fall or Christmas.

6. He semi-graciously accepted his first singing dessert that came with dinner tonight. He's painfully shy and it about killed him, but he turned five shades of red and smiled into his lap. Much improved over the crying and hiding under the table that he used to do when he was a preschooler.

7. He laughs so hard when he plays knee hockey that he cannot beat anyone except his sister.

8. He doesn't like me to read aloud to him, hasn't for years. Now, at bedtime, we curl up on his bed - each with our own book - and read together.

9. He recently said that he'd rather camp in Maine because there's so little to do at campgrounds. In Maine there is no electricity, water or toilets. It's woods, woods, a stream and some more woods. He wishes he could live like the Ingalls in the Little House on the Prairie collecting eggs from the chicken house, fishing in the creek and walking to school on their own.

10. He still wants us to lay down with him at bedtime and now, if he has something to get off his chest, he'll request me because he knows that it's our best talking time.


Today is the end of the season hockey party, so he'll be spending the afternoon playing street hockey with all the boys (and girl) he's laughed and hung with all year - what more could he want? And even better... it's not at my house, the dads will be there and I only have to bring cupcakes.