Remember that big hoopla a couple of weeks ago about the 10th anniversary of 9/11? That thing where everyone in the nation - and possibly most of the world - took a moment and thought about where they were and what they were doing 10 years ago? I did that, too. But I'm doing it again today, 17 days later, because it was 17 days after 9/11 that my wife gave birth to our first child, Max. And today he's ten.
Staggering. Literally. Sometimes I just stagger about, enjoying how the furniture feels when I bump into it. Then I reassemble it with wood glue and allen wrenches and tungsten.
Max is in the fifth grade, which he does not like as much as the fourth grade (his teacher last year was a hard act to follow), and we have recently seen a bit of a grade slip due to various factors, but we're working on it. He's musically inclined, singing in the school Chorus, taking steel drum classes and piano lessons. He's just moved into his new room, and as much as he hated the move and the very idea of it, he seems to have settled in the new room quite nicely. He has a workbench now with tools and electronics and things to work on, piles of books and tape recorder, wire, rope, rocks, and 'scopes of various varieties. He still reads constantly; Big Nate, Rick Riordan, mythology, 39 Clues, Wimpy Kid, fables and stuff about sorcery and alchemy and monsters. His favorite superheroes right now are Hulk, Thor, Green Lantern, Iron Man and Batman.
He makes up intricate imagination games for any he plays with, and is fiercely competitive at any game he's not making up as you're playing it. He makes a lot of notes and small comic books on Post-its. He sings in the shower, and makes superhero noises. Good acoustics. He's sensitive and moody and easily over-stimulated by people noises. He gets sucked into television still, no matter what's on. He's lately been most interested in Phineas and Ferb still, but also Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends from the early 80s, and also Voltron, Jimmy Neutron and the Fairly Oddparents. He's fun to hang out with still, but for different reasons. He loves his sister unless she's whiny, and feels very protective of her. He likes sleeping with the dog in his room.
We're supposed to be bowling and doing laser tag and stuff tonight, with cake and pizza and stuff well into the weekend, so you all have ample chances to wish Max a happy birthday. And stuff.