A word on my first born

 

This guy is cool.  He has impeccable taste and style.  In fact, most mornings you can find me asking Jack which earrings look best or which shoes I should wear with this skirt or whatever.  He memorizes everything he sees and hears and will hold you to it.  Like this morning he I ran into my room at 5:45 and said "Grandma said I could have an ice cream if I ate my sandwich and I did but I didn't get the ice cream!!!!"  Grandma made that promise like 4 days ago.

He's also super creative.  He's always thinking up cool ways to do things or fun games to play.  The other day we were laying on my bed talking and suddenly he sat and said, "I've got an idea" and he took off like a shot.  A few minutes later I found him in the living room putting the finishing touches on his Iron Man suit.  It was pretty awesome.  What you can't see is that he even taped a circle chest plate under the suit and the suit is made out of applications we hand out to people who want to live in our mobile home park.  Priceless..

He is always thinking and studying things.  The other day we brought home our new van and I could see him in my rear view mirror with a puzzled look on his face.  I asked him what was up, he said:  "I think it's odd that you guys said Dad was going to get a job and then we'd get a van, but we just got a van and Dad doesn't have a job...did you guys spend all our money?"  Hummmm....

And sometimes he's such a sensitive guy that it almost kills me.  This morning as I was getting ready he was looking at himself in the mirror with his hands covering his cheeks.  I asked him what he was doing and he said that he doesn't like to see his freckles.  "But your freckles are the coolest thing about you" I said. "No, they make me look like a girl" he said.  I told him there are tons of cool boys who have had freckles like all my brothers and his dad.  "Besides" I said, "we don't even know any girls with freckles."  "You have freckles" he said.  Ugh, my heart broke for him.  I remember hating my freckles as a kid and being so embarrassed about my face.  To think that my little boy feels that way makes me hurt for him.  I'm sure it's the first of many heart breaking moments of raising children.  I wasn't quite prepared for it this morning..

(You can see his freckles if you bigger size the picture)