I recently gave my youngest son his own photo shoot. No, not because that was his birthday present either. He just told me that he wanted one since I was doing Elijah's senior pictures. G ended up having several great shots to choose from which didn't surprise me at all. What cracked me up was when I let him pick out the ones he wanted as prints. This one was first on his list. Why? Because, in his own words, it made him look buff. So that's how this particular shot was chosen for his birthday post.
He turned 12-years-old yesterday. I would have (or perhaps "should have" is a better way to say it) done the post on the actual day but there was just too much going on. Even with requesting time off so I could extra time to celebrate with him. I ended up not even getting off as early as I wanted thanks to 2-hours of my day wasted dealing with an irate customer. But I wasn't going to let that spoil G's day.
I had been running out of things to do for G as presents for him. Starting with his grade card. I was going to offer him $10 for each 'A' he brought home. Then his first progress report came in showing that he was carrying an A average. His lowest grade was a A-. That was $60 right there! Good thing I hadn't yet announced the $10 per 'A' thing yet. He was good with just getting an ice cream treat at Braum's. The actual report cards come out Monday so I may still make good on my original idea.
What really impressed me was a conversation I had with G when I picked him up the other day. He reminded me that grade cards were coming out soon as if he was clearly looking forward to it. Then he told me that he's in the process of bringing his grades up. Dude is already carrying an 'A' average. That's the kind of ambition I'm talking about. You can't teach that.
He also recently revealed that his other goals are to join the chess club at school and start football. They couldn't be two more different objectives but I'm diggin' both. Well...at least the chess club one. I had totally forgotten that I was his same age when I joined the chess club at Norwalk. It lasted all of about two weeks. I got tired of beating everyone. True story. I even gave the teacher a run for his money although I couldn't beat him.
Now G's choice of football is something I'm not 100% gung ho about. They take their football DEAD serious down here. It's not s sport...it's on obsession. I certainly don't want it interfering with his grades and/or studying. Then there's also the fact of the whole recent head trauma phenomena going around. The last thing we would need is for a big hit to damage that Valedictorian-bound mind.
His birthday present was easy. I asked him what he wanted and he directed me to a site online that had Marvel Legends action figures. It would have been nice to get the Nick Fury one so he could have some diversity in his collection. They just wanted too much for it though. Instead he went with Deadpool and Hawkeye. The two of those together were still cheaper than a video game so I was good.
Less than one year and I will have my last teenager. Claude had mercy...