Sparky: Nine Years Old!

These birthday photo posts are getting very long. I think that makes them all the more special.

Nine years ago, during a humid heatwave, we unexpectedly found ourselves with someone who wasn’t scheduled to arrive for another nine weeks. In those nine weeks, I had to correct the galleys of one book, deliver the first draft of another, unpack from the move, create a nursery, and perform in a rock concert. All that was rearranged, rescheduled, or cancelled (for me, anyway): the galleys were corrected in the hospital (yeah, I’m hardcore that way; HRH FedExed them to the publisher for me as soon as they were done), t! took my place onstage with Random Colour (I dictated basslines to him over the phone from my hospital bed), the delivery deadline for the first draft of the other book was moved (bless my editor at the time!), the nursery was hastily finished while Sparky was in the neonatal unit, and unpacking happened when it happened.

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NINE!

Nine years ago he was born nine weeks early, and we’ve been trying to keep up with him ever since.

He’s still crazy for Lego sets and three-dimensional building, although we’re trying to steer him in another direction because he flash-builds an expensive Lego kit in no time, then demolishes it the next day to build something else with the bricks. He has tonnes of bricks in containers all over the house, and needs to focus on using those to scratch-build instead of buying new sets. He has developed a passion for aircraft of every kind, but particularly military aircraft of all eras. He has also become interested in making videos, usually with crazy storylines enacted by Lego figurines and Lego planes. (He recently broke our digital camera making one such video, and now has to save up to pay for half a new one. He is very injured by this, but hey, responsibility.)

He reads anything and everything, and in both English and French. He’s gone through the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series and the Captain Underpants series like wildfire this past year, and we’ve been reading the Wings of Fire series together at night. (I’ve caught him reading later chapters when I’ve come in to read to him, and he’s already managed to spoil the end of the series for himself. At least he’s excited about what it means.) He’s recently begun the How to Train Your Dragon series by Cressida Cowell, and has been rereading his Tintin books a lot.

He’s wearing size 8-12 or large youth shirts, and size 7 or 8 pants for length (but his size 6 shorts are fitting him just fine in the waist). He’s wearing youth size 1 shoes, and I suspect we’ll need to buy him size 2 winter boots this fall. Both my socks and some of my more fitted t-shirts are mistakenly ending up in his drawers when the laundry gets put away, which is somewhat alarming.

School this past year was both easier and harder than the last. He’s very bilingual now, but that doesn’t necessarily demonstrate itself, as he’s very shy about speaking in French outside of class. His final report card was spectacular (major issues with division and times tables at the end of the year aside), and we turned figurative somersaults when we read it. He’s worked hard at cello, too, but he thinks it might be time to stop. The discussion about that will happen later this summer. We can’t afford even two weeks of day camp this year, so he’ll be trying to keep himself busy at home.

He is thoughtful, anxious, sensitive, wacky, and enjoys enthusiastically sharing what he loves with other people. It continues to be a privilege to watch him grow and learn.

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