Posted in Family Life

     My oldest son is 9.  From the first night we brought him home from the hospital as a newborn baby, he has had an unlimited supply of energy.  He literally didn't sleep for the first 36 hours of his life.  What did he do instead, you might ask?  He cried.  Throughout his entire infanthood, he slept an average of ten hours a day (that's including naps).  Boy, was I tired!

     By the time he was four months old, he had figured out how to creep along the floor to reach a toy he wanted on the other side of the room.  He was proficient at crawling at seven months old, and was walking at ten months old.  He was talking in complete, grammatically correct sentences at about twenty months.  At the time, I had no idea this was in any way unusual.  He was my first baby, after all.  I just knew I was tired!

     He learned to read at age three.  He is now in fifth grade.   He favorite thing to do, the only thing he seems to be able to give complete focus to, is drawing, painting, and creating art of any kind.   (It occured to me only recently that he might be what is considered "gifted".) 

     Hmmm, I really sat down to write an entirely different post.  I was simply going to say that at this moment my son is outside in the snow wearing a cammoflage jacket that belonged to his grandpa who was in the army.  I wonder if I should point out that cammo really isn't very effective when the ground is covered with two feet of snow....