August 19, 2012

The Many Faces of Bones

School starts tomorrow and I'm stressed. Each boy is carrying a heavy load and I know that the tutoring will come to me. It's going to be a busy busy year and ... yeah.

I told my oldest I've not had Physics or College Stats in 28 years. If he expects me to help, he has to bring home his book every night so the light might come back on.

My second son, his schedule is the most manageable for me. It's all a pre-Calc type curriculum I can handle.

Bones... is Bones. He did NOT get put in remedial math. We are so blessed. He has math tutoring three times a week though, on top of always doing his math homework. This is going to be the year of math.

He had a book to read this summer called, Touching Spirit Bear. It's a book about a kid who gets in bad trouble and is sentenced to an island. While on the island, he gets into a fight with a bear.

The book is a bit deeper than that, but from Bones' perspective, until he finished it, that's about it. He spent a better part of the book, completely appalled.

"Mom", he said, "He got mauled by this bear and has spent about 50 pages now unconscious or eating bugs."

A few hours later, "Mom. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse. The author... he keeps thinking of these horrible things. I mean, Mom, this kid's arm and hip are broken, he's lying there nearly dead and if that's not awful enough, he squishes a mouse that runs across his hand and eats it. This is just... terrible."

I've been getting this run down for two days. Tonight as he was going to bed he said, "OK, you know... as weird as this book was... I think I want to read the second book. It was pretty good."

I don't know if I should be looking forward to that rundown or not.

Meanwhile, I teased him unmercifully. (Remember this post, about throwing a sandwich at a bear?)

Me: So he got in a fight with a bear huh?

Bones: Yup.

Me: Did he stab him in the neck with a knife?

Bones: No...

Me: Run away like a little girl?

Bones: uhhhh... no...

Me: hmm. How about... Did he throw a sandwich at him?

Bones: OH! I get it. You're never going to let me live that down are you?

Mr. T: No. Never.

Heh.

This is Bones in Italy with his favorite blue bottle. We had to buy water for every dinner and our 2nd night, it came in this big plastic blue bottle. He carried it with us for the remainder of our time in Italy, filling it when he could.

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Here he is King of the Gondola. Note the Hard Rock Cafe in the background. That was the lunch of choice since they had ice...

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He's starting to fill out and look like a man. These next couple years are the formative ones. I can tell by the neck and shoulders that he's starting to move from boy to man...

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Because he is quiet and shy, when we bought him luggage, he insisted on lime green.

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And lastly, this is a kid completely comfortable with himself. He repeatedly would do things that would embarrass us and he'd say things like, "Look, relax. We're never going to see these people again. That's my attitude. If I'm not going to see them, why should I care?"

I'm not sure yet if that's a good attitude or not.

Then again, our biggest joke is the saying he uses with his brothers, "Listen, you know my philosophy. If it doesn't bother me... then it doesn't bother you..." They laugh. Mostly.

We were in Venice here and he'd just had some slushy icy drink the boys got all excited about (ice) and got cold. This is the wrap I wore through Italy. You can't just go into a Church. You have to have your arms and legs covered. I don't wear Daisy Duke's but some of my shorts come to mid thigh and they like knee length in the churches. So I'd wrap my legs in this like a skirt.

Or if I was wearing a long skirt with a shirt without sleeves, I'd wrap my shoulders.

Bones wore it in public to keep warm. Hey, he'll never see those people ever again...

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Posted by Boudicca at August 19, 2012 09:10 PM
Comments

I just love Bones and at his age I had the same outlook. I am who I am and no stranger will stifle my spirit!

Posted by: AC at August 20, 2012 01:33 AM

I have to support Bones... what's that saying? "When in Rome..."? :)

Posted by: E. D. B. at August 20, 2012 07:46 AM

What wonderful photos...! The boys have become young men... but something tells me that Bones will never grow old... ;)

Posted by: pam at August 20, 2012 08:15 AM

Love the suitcase. Bet you could always find it!

Posted by: vwbug at August 20, 2012 01:17 PM