Twelve Year Old Little Man

You are 12 years old now, 72lbs and 4'11".  Just one inch shorter than your mom.  You love your new bike and wandering around the neighborhood, terrorizing it with friends.  You are still obsessed with video games and one day being a YouTuber.  You also want to be a high end mechanic.  You look forward to building your first car with your dad.  You love fishing. You will fish for hours from shore.  You no longer play with toys but you like kits where you have to build things.  You will read for hours, but only when you are sent to bed. 

You are messy. Horribly messy.  You are self-efficient and have grown so much from your camp outs with the Boy Scouts. You love carbs and will eat me out of house and home but never gain a pound.  You are highly praised by your teachers and are said to be cautious about who you make a friend.  You can be loving and snuggle but often prefer to do your own thing on your own time.  You can't wait for it to be warm out so you can wear shorts and t-shirts and slip on your flip flops again.  Your hair has gotten more brunette or dishwater blond since living in colder environments and growing older.  

You hate losing teeth. Like REALLY hate losing teeth, and right now they are all wanting to escape from your face.  You are an amazing drum player, and you want to quit band, but we really think you should stick with it and so do your teachers.  You are mouthy and independent and totally my karma.  But I'm still glad you are mine, even though you know where all my buttons are and push them multiple times a day. 

You are loved.

Happy 12 G.

Still holding on to blankie