But it wasn't easy on Nick either, as he was sick in January (which later took down his mother for weeks in February.) Still he says, "I'm very tough. I don't want help." He's taken several more steps towards adolescence, such as skipping the children's sermon during Sunday church and sitting with me ("I'm a young man, now. I'm staying right here"), and I found an empty donut bag in his bed, now he's sneaking food into his room when no one is watching.
He came home from school with a note from the teacher (like, there's one every day, but this one was a bit more stern in tone) as he had tackled and strangled a kid during recess. I tried to get him to explain what happened to me, which led to a full re-enactment of the supposed game called "Toilet", and I still didn't understand. Finally he barks out, "Dad, the guy was puppydogging me!" So of course, NOW it all makes sense (?!?) Weeks later Ann Trucsinski was able to get him to explain it, but she's a teacher, so she worked some magic.
In summary of this month's events, you can tell the Catholic School is making a great impression.I started playing Minecraft with Nick this month, and he has declared me an official 'Gamer' based on my improving skills. We are building a world together from scratch, and I'm getting the hang of it (I can now lay a contiguous row of bricks.)
He's roughly 3.5 inches taller than I was at age nine, so he's still tracking for 6' tall. Although my spurt was around age twelve, so he can't slow down. Relative to other kids, he's tall.
There's a few pictures this month left over from our trip to Atlanta, playing tires with the Fayling boys at the BJ's Wholesale, and some pictures from the afternoon with Jack at Imagination Station in Toledo. And the balloon shark is a talent from one of my coworkers, Marcia. Nick returned the gesture with a shark made of pipe cleaners.
- Jason
