Nick's Life: June 2013

Another month of one-liners.  When I ask how he thinks this stuff up, he replies, "Just flew out of my head" (with finger accompaniments for effect.) He sits on the downstairs throne after his mother heats up the room with a stand-up heater to de-fumigate her furnace filters, and says, "Ah, the potty is warm!"  When there was mention of a bladder infection, he notes, "Mechanical six year-olds like me never get infections."  And when opening the blinds in the morning, "I like the sun gazing."

We visited Coney Island in Cincinnati, where Nick rode his first roller coaster, the Python. I wasn't sure what he thought at first (it was obvious his mother wasn't riding it a second time) but he came away thinking it was, "awesome." The following weekend we went to the Oakland County Fair, and he rode some ride where they strapped him on his stomach like he was a flying superhero. Most of the day was spent on the slides and in the house of mirrors.

He had a one-week art class which wasn't what we expected, and he decided to switch to a Lego-building class at the facility.  Didn't matter anyway, as his week was cut short now that the field next to Oakland Yard has horses, and his allergies sent him home early (interstingly he left early the day a plane crashed from Oakland Airport, in the open field next to the soccer fields.) With the pool now open, we're filling the hot days there. He's swimming like a fish, no restraints necessary, often in his wetsuit.

He hit a skid this month with an increased frequency of personal damage.  He tangled with a treadmill and lost, ripping a layer of skin off his shoulder and back.  Then he nearly poked an eye out with an airplane and left a gash under his eye.  But it's about survival at this age, and he'll live to see July. (At least more likely than the turtles we keep rescuing off the road in our neighborhood.)

- Jason