Joe was born at 1:04 a.m. on April 27, 1991, in
Joe has a tendency to go into what we call “Monk Mode” every now and then, becoming obsessive about something stupid like alphabetizing, categorizing and cross-categorizing our DVDs. (When he was a toddler he used to sit in his car seat and count out loud until you screamed at him to stop already. Then he’d sit there, lips moving, still counting to himself. This worried other family members no end. ) We think he has moved on to other things, though his geometry homework sometimes looks like it’s been produced by a graphic artist and he tapes the hole punches on school papers.
When it comes to visits to the emergency room, Joe is the family leader. This is because he comes up with elaborate mechanical ideas I don’t find out about until after the fact, usually involving the garage roof and something with wheels. It worried me that perhaps the ER people would think he was abused or neglected, but one doctor assured me that he understood what it was like to raise “one of those kids.” (Though I’m glad we were able to extricate the Lite Brite from his nose without requiring an ER trip.)
Joe’s favorite hobby is playing guitar and he wants a bass for his combined birthday/report card present. I think he’s good at it, but I don’t know what he’s playing. It’s very loud and he’s very enthusiastic. He may even know one complete song by now.
I keep waiting for Joe to enter his “angsty teenage years,” but he’s pretty upbeat. Except in the morning. I cannot stress this enough.
Joe has great hair. Really. It’s fine. Leave it alone and go to school.
EDITOR’S ALERT: MammaK has taken the leap and has her own blog!