It's a little after 5 in the morning, because Max and his friend Steven, I suspect, napped for like three hours or so before getting back up and hanging out some more, because they only see each other about three times a year or so. Steven has been Max's friend for half of Max's life, which is pretty cool. He'll also hang out with Allison and Taylor today, who he's known for three and two years, respectively, and a few brand new people he's more recently become friends with. And one "frenemy," kind of.
Max's middle school has no anti-bullying club or organized initiative, so Max has been talking with his principal and meeting with the guidance counselor to start one. He plans to have meetings and do visibility stuff and maybe have a pledge people sign when they join. Their mascot is a Raven, so the club is called "Nevermore." We're all extremely proud of this effort from him, which came completely from his own dissatisfaction with society as he saw it. He's a senstive and sometimes angry kid - I don't know where he gets it from.
Earlier in the Summer, Max's goldfish, Spot and Demon who were about four years old and change, died. Rick had died almost a year before that, in a heatwave when our A/C was out. They have marked graves in the backyard beneath our porch. It took him all Summer to decide to commit to more fish, and now he has two new ones; Zeus, a white Tetra, and Hades, a black skirt Tetra. He has also purchased a moss ball to accumulate tank growth, and has his eye on a catfish, which we may get next week.
Max reads about a book a week at this point, and if there are no new books, he will simply re-read stuff from his room. He has forayed a little (but a very little) into non-kid literature, reading some Neil Gaiman and Tolkien and a few other things I've given him. He absolutely hated Grisham's Theodore Boone book, and has refused to read any more of them. A lot of his birthday gifts are books. This is a necessity. Green Lantern is still his favorite superhero, and he scoffs at people, openly, who have only seen the movie.
He's a percussionist in the band at school, but he's getting tired of the bells and other stuff and wants some straight up drums (something which will be partially taken care of today, but he doesn't know that yet.) and we're planning on eliminating the workstation in the den and putting drums down for him. He also wants his own laptop or pad and fewer restrictions, but we're in negotiations about that. He still really enjoys building stuff and Nerf weapons and making up quest games for his sister and friends. He's started a blog called Angry Dolphins and has a creative writing project he comes back to now and again.
Recently, we had a moment in the car where he was REALLY my kid. Those moments when you hear yourself come out of someone else's mouth? Yeah:
CHRISTIE: I have this really bad ear worm this morning.
ABBY: What's an "ear worm?"
CHRISTIE: It's when you get a song in your head that won't go away.
MAX: And it's a terrible phrase.
ME: I agree. I've always hated that one.
CHRISTIE: Well, how would you say, "song stuck in my head that won't go away?"
MAX: "Song stuck in my head that won't go away."
CHRISTIE: That's not very short.
MAX: It's short enough.
Happy birthday, Max. I love you.