
Feel like a historical reporter these days - I'm backdating blogs again.
Mark turned 9 years old - it's really hard to believe he's been around 9 years. It's not that he doesn't act his age or anything like that - 9 years makes me feel old in SO many ways. But it's not all about me - actually, it's rarely about me - maybe I should dedicate a post to me... LOL
I am so very proud of Mark and how he transitioned from the youngest child to big brother. He adores Mia and is so patient with us as we have adjusted to parenting three!
Mark is my "WHY?" child. "Why?" mostly relates to the system. Why do we go to school? Why is it boring? Why don't you home school me? Why don't we get every other day off ? Why is summer break so short? Why don't we get a fall break? Why do you have to work? Why can't we go on vacation? Why can't we eat McDonald's and Papa Johns every night? Good questions, really - I just don't remember ever asking them. He will have an amazingly fun life, I'm sure. It's ok - as long as I'm not financing it!
At one point he was ready for every adventure. He has become much more careful lately after several ER visits. I'm kind of glad about that because he averaged one per year...at least.
He loves soccer, basketball, football and of course, video games. He is a crazy goalie who will dive after any ball and he's pretty good at it. Fast sports are definitely his forte. This kid is not signing up for golf or baseball anytime soon.
For his birthday we took a handful of kids to see The Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie. He loves the books and the boys had a great time. They were so good. If you haven't seen the movie, I thought it was cute for that age and Chris said it was long. (1 1/2 hours) At one point, the older brother wakes the younger in the middle of the night telling him he overslept for school sending the younger one scurrying around getting ready. I see that prank in our future...but I bet the younger one pulls it on the older one.
As you can see, he really liked his gift unlike the year we bought him golf clubs - oh dear...