He tells us jokes all the time. How do you know that there's a giraffe in your bed? By the G on his pajamas. Where does a snowman put his money? In a snow bank. Get it?
His teachers praise him for his industriousness, and seem both impressed and amused by his endless love of patterns. I bought him tessellating magnetic pieces for his birthday. I should show him some Escher images.
He's starting to read, and is spending more and more time climbing onto his top bunk with a stack of books. He says he can't read them, but we think he's reading more than he knows, and he's really close to that moment when things completely click and he can tear through book after book on his own.
A few weeks ago, he started putting away all the groceries by himself, unasked. It started when I needed to help one of his brothers upon arriving home from the grocery store, and came downstairs to find every last item put away in the fridge or the pantry, and the bags stashed neatly. He glowed with pride in his accomplishment.
He has a flowing mane of thick platinum hair, and insists on using hair conditioner in the bathtub now. While he's on the petite end for his age, to me he looks tall and skinny, and I can't get over these long, slim pairs of pants in the laundry.
He uses strange accents picked up from various classmates and from his father. I wonder, will he enjoy acting some day?
Just like when he was tiny, he wants to know how things work. He loves the connections between things, the explanations of their inner mysteries. He loves magic from a Penn and Teller point of view - look at how amazing that trick is...how did they do that? He loved the Nutcracker, and his favorite part was Herr Drosselmeyer's tricks. He chose a HD ornament for our tree as a souvenir.
He looks to us for reassurance and to touch base at the same time as he grows both more private and more outwardly social. He told me recently that he misses me all day when he's at school, that he looks happy, and he's a little bit happy, but inside he's very sad. Oh. Oh. I'm not sure he will ever know how much power he has over me, how he can strike me to the quick like that.
He is eagerly anticipating his first loose tooth, which I told him might happen when he was five, or six, or even seven. I was six. He is hoping for six. I have a tiny tooth fairy box put away for that day. Until then, as we saw on the dental x-rays a little while ago, all of his adult teeth are lined up, waiting for life to begin.
It is strange to know that we're about a third of the way to the time when he leaves the nest, and to know that from this point onward we will become less and less pivotal characters in his story. I wonder who he will be, and what roles we will all have?