Clownfish had his 8th birthday on August 31.
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He's in third grade. Thirrrrrrrd Graaaaaade. Clearly, I still have issues with this.
Snapshot, in words.
He loves soccer, Boy Scouts, and basketball. And math. He likes reading the Beastquest books and Calvin and Hobbes and occasionally, the later Magic Treehouse books. He learned to ride a two wheeler this summer. He is obsessed with Beyblades and Pokemon. He makes his own lunch for school, which usually consists of lunch meat, a single slice of bread, a juice box and a small snack (often pretzels), sometimes cheese or a piece of fruit, plus school milk. He likes watching the British version of Top Gear and cooking competition reality shows. He asks why we won't buy an iPad or an iPhone or a Nintendo DS or any other cool awesome gaming device so he can talk about Mario Cart or Angry Birds with his friends and I think he's decided we're "poor" because we don't have those things. He's really kind and generally thoughtful and seems well liked by his friends. He still gets anxious and loses sleep over things beyond his control.
We have a nice tradition of making up bedtime stories together ... we've created a whole family of dragons and a universe of adventures for them. Someday, I hope he and I can tell our tales to the girls together. He is having a harder time adjusting to being the big sister of two than he did to the arrival of Angelfish alone. We're all having difficulty adjusting to my being back at work, and have to get back to our old habits concerning his chores and allowance. He loves mint chocolate chip ice cream, like me. He wants to train to run a 5K, but that takes a structured mommy, preferably one who is also training for a 5K, which he doesn't have right now.