Just recently, Middle has really started to enjoy "reading" sight words and sounding out letters. He has Hop on Pop mastered (more memorization than actual reading though, I suspect).
He constantly wants us to know what time it is: "Mom, it's 7:31. Mom, now it's 7:32. It's 7:34. Look, it's 7:35!" (Perhaps Mommy should invent a little drinking game to play along?)
He's also always asking, "How many more sleeps?" until an event is going to happen. "How many more sleeps until Santa comes?" "Until it snows and I can sledride?" "Until my birthday?" *open eyeball, insert toothpick*
And while Eldest and Baby run amok thru the Trenches like madmen, playing football, Middle sits quietly drawing on his Magnadoodle. Or looking at books. Or circling individual letters in Eldest's word search books. Not feeling left out. Content with what he's doing instead.
The other day, Eldest and Baby came crashing down the stairs, all decked out in football jerseys, shorts, helmets, mouth guards and socks pulled up to their knobby knees.
Without skipping a beat, Middle looked up from his puzzle and remarked,
"You guys are DORKS." and went back to his puzzle.
He's my best silly face-maker, my singer, my artiste, my creative wonder, marching to the beat of his own drum. My Middle.