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Category Archive for 'Little Boy'

Sarcasm

Sarcasm is, in Simon’s case I suppose, a genetic inevitability. It’s funny how I guessed wrong about so many things involving Simon—his hair color, eye color, and affinity for sports for example—but missed the one prediction sure to come through. Because in the case of sarcasm, we’ve got nature and nurture at work. The writing […]

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Mr. Sly

Behavior is a funny thing. I want Simon to be obedient and well behaved in class, so I was happy to learn that all last year he never once required a time-out or even a stern talking to. He was a good boy, and his teachers liked him. On the other hand, I don’t want […]

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Baby Fever

Well, someone around here has baby fever, and it’s not who you think. Two years after I last tried to see if Simon was interested in playing with a doll (he wasn’t), he has taken to Annabelle the lamb, a present from my old boss Karen that arrived shortly after he did. He holds her, […]

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Birth of a Nation

(NO apology to epic racist D.W. Griffiths for this one.) To the delight and relief of many of my friends, the Republic of South Sudan became the world’s newest country and the 54th sovereign nation in Africa on July 9, 2011. The Sudanese community of Louisville threw a big party to mark the occasion, and […]

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Nuance

Some days Simon has it; other days he adorably does not. Sunday morning, Matt asked Simon to do something, Simon balked, and Matt pressed the point home with an urgent, annoyed tone. The response? “Whatever.” It doesn’t sound like much, but it was delivered with the perfect teenage mix of annoyance, superiority, detachment, and insouciance. […]

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Treasure Pillow

A year ago (or so), Simon began putting anything that meant a lot to him under his pillow. As the months went by, the number of treasures grew so that now, when I lie beside him in bed at night, I often feel an uncomfortable, bumpy surface under my head or arm. And whereas I’ve […]

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Being a boy and being four and a half, Simon often does not want to stop whatever fun he’s having to attend to something as boring as his bladder. He’s got races to run, Superheroes to join, and bad guys to vanquish! Thus, he will dance around and grab at himself, all the while explaining […]

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Simon’s second week at camp was a foreshortened one: he only went yesterday and today. The little guy had some tummy trouble earlier in the week, and I didn’t want to send him until I knew everything was all sorted out. Aside from being yucky and a deterrent to having fun, his brief illness also […]

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Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

Simon’s been working on some pop-tunes. I think his version of “Police on My Back” is awesome, if not mildly wildly inappropriate. “Hard Day’s Night” is cuter. He’s been working on the first few lines, AKA the John Lennon parts, for a week or so. Tonight he ventured further into the song. It was cuter […]

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A Bridge Too Far

If you were reading this blog back when Simon was 2 or 3, you know that his toddler days were made more difficult by his poor adaptability and initial withdrawal. Which is fancy speak for Simon taking a while to warm up and not handling change very well, traits he gets honest from his parents. […]

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