We got all three boys to SkyZone, an indoor trampoline park on the north side of Atlanta. Nick managed his space well (better than Thatcher, anyway) and didn't get run over by bigger kids.
Nick's push for independence is coming on strong... he insists on ordering his own food, and wants to order for everyone else. He will lead wherever possible. We went to the Alanta Zoo, where the boys budgeted their spending money, and led us through the park with maps.
He has an eye for things that I just don't have, somewhat artistic, but generally different. He sees things in Lego blocks I can't see... I build cars and buildings, but he can create animals and creatures, amazingly accurate. Or maybe it's just an age thing. Fayling walks over to a drawn picture on the counter, asks Nick what it is... he says, "It's a torpedo," referring to this rainbow colored, clearly fuzzy ball that Thatcher had drawn with crayon. Then Thatcher comes in the room later, completely independent... "It's a torpedo!" Adults just can't see it. I'd swear it was a mouse. (Picture is here. See what you think it is.)
Great quotes this month:
"I noticed I survived the poisonous iron in my blood."
"I'm not worried about the blood coming from them, I'm worried about True Blood coming from me," (when watching some questionably violent content on YouTube, I believe.)
"I'm going to marry a woman who doesn't have a man." Good, simple advice.
- Jason
