Eleven didn't feel terribly old to me until typing it out. Eleven. Yes, my baby is getting old. He's got opinions these days on the clothes that he wears and the style of his hair, yet he's willing to take advice from his mom on both. He admits it when he needs a shower and enjoys the feeling of being clean (and I typically don't have to ask if he's remembered to wash his hair anymore). He loves to stay up late and chat with us and he really loves to sleep in. He likes to get beyond just the facts of things and enjoys a good philosophical discussion regarding the "why's". He's taught himself to play the tin whistle so well that sometimes I can't tell if it's him playing or the YouTube video he's learning off of. His writing has taken off this year and reading the stories and blog posts that he writes always makes me laugh (either because it's just plain funny or because it's so clever that I laugh in amazement). He admires his dad so much and loves to be with him, whether they're playing basketball, working in the yard or spending a work day together. Words of affirmation build him up. He prays.
Happy elevensies to our big (little) T-man. You are loved and appreciated!!
Happy elevensies to our big (little) T-man. You are loved and appreciated!!