June 06, 2012

Happy Birthday, Bones... 13

So as of today, I have all teenagers. No more pre-teens or toddlers or preschoolers or adolescents.

I now tell people, my children are 13, 15, 17.

It's been a tough academic year for Bones. He spent the last half of the year on academic probation. He seemed to have pulled it out, but he is having tutoring for Math over the summer. We think he passed math... we think.

His voice has changed and is nearly an octave lower than it was one year ago. Working with a vocal coach every week, you can see the vocal change literally week by week, whereas with my othe two boys, it was just something that happened.

Ringo woke up one morning and it was as if his voice changed over night. Mr T's voice broke and sounded like he was talking over sand paper for about 18 months. Either way, we weren't keeping track of it. It was a part of our lives.

But this year, as we've gone in for his lessons, every week she listens to how he sings and there would be a week where he would hit one note lower than the week before and one week... it was a full three notes lower.

That was crazy.

So this year has been an odd year of listening to his voice change.

He's also growing. Last month I noticed the tendons and muscles in his neck and shoulders starting to form like his older brothers'. His face is starting to thin. He's going to be as tall as me probably in the next 18 months.

I will soon be the shortest person in this house. The shortest and most feared... heh.

I pray a lot with him. Or rather about him.

This is a conversation I had with our assistant at work yesterday:

Her: So how is Bones?

Me: I have never ever in my life met anyone who makes all of their decisions based solely on emotion or impulse. EVERY.SINGLE.ONE. There is not one logical or linear thought in his head.

Her: Really?

Me: Not one. Not one. I've never met anyone like it. I have nothing in common with him. Our decision making skills could not get any polarized...

Her: Well and you work here, and everyone here thinks more like you.

Me: Exactly. Seriously, I've never met anyone who makes their decisions based on emotion or impulse...

Her:

Me: *walking out of the breakroom with her as I carried my flower scented trying to de-stress myself tea* You know, maybe if I hung out with homeless people or... went to visit a prison. Maybe those are the kinds of people that make decisions like he does. That's why they end up in those messes...

Her: *bwahahhaha* He is not going to end up homeless or in prison!

Me: From your mouth to God's ears...

On the positive... Bones is the master of connecting with people. That is his knack. And it's not just one group of people. He loves people.

His latest thing for the last three years, is his absolute love and adoration of my nieces, Mo's babies. That is all he talks about, is how much he loves them and wants to be with them.

I was sifting through pix from this year and I found this one from February. This is The Great Flambina with Bones on the couch, using Mo's new FSU quilt I made for her out of all her FSU college Tshirts.

They are pretending to be asleep, which is a family joke.

Bones pretend sleeping.jpg

So, Happy 13th Birthday, Bones. Should all the children be so blessed to be as loved as you are… for if they were, I suspect the problems of this world would be so very different… We love you so.

Posted by Boudicca at June 6, 2012 09:34 PM
Comments

And we love all the blog fodder you give to your mom...

Happy Birthday Bones!!

Posted by: diamond dave at June 7, 2012 09:56 AM

happy birthday!

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at June 7, 2012 11:12 AM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted by: Quality Weenie at June 7, 2012 11:39 AM

Happy birthday to a wonderful kid...errr, teen!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at June 7, 2012 02:56 PM

He's a charmer, Bou!

You know, he could be a salesman like my brother-in-law (who does extremely well for himself, I will add).

Posted by: PeggyU at June 7, 2012 06:14 PM

... many, many happy returns to your little man!....... I feel his mathematic pain!.....

Posted by: Eric at June 7, 2012 07:17 PM

Happy Birthday, Bones!

A completely sweet, empathetic kid like that end up in prison? No... his gifts will be appreciated, don't worry...

Posted by: pam at June 8, 2012 09:29 AM

I am so late! A very belated Happy Birthday Bones! Hope it was most excellent.

Posted by: Teresa at June 8, 2012 08:48 PM

Bright future in sales or politics... Hopefully sales..!!

Posted by: P'Cola Titan at June 11, 2012 09:13 AM