A Teenager! Happy Birthday Kyle!
By Aunt_HeatherPiper on July 30, 2014
When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape. ~Louise Erdrich
I can't believe it, our little man is now officially a teenager! Kyle is a thirteen year old, even though he's been displaying a teenage attitude for about a year now. Not constant, but every once in a while the attitude has slipped out of his mouth or through his body language. I guess that's typical growing pains.
Kyle is a great kid, he really is. Yes he has his quarks and Sheldon Cooper (The Big Bang Theory) tendencies, but overall, Kyle is a good person. I've really enjoyed watching him grow up and more importantly I really enjoy being an integral part of his life and influence. He is my best bud! We've always been a team. Even though he is finding different interests and venturing out on his own with his friends, we are still as thick as thieves, at least for now.
In honor of such a milestone birthday, below are a few key funny moments in Kyle's life we all remember and love and some are still in effect today. I hope these instances are as bad and as stressful as Kyle's life will ever get!
As a baby, Kyle was always strong willed. ALWAYS! I would never have it any other way. But his attitude would change in a blink of an eye. My sister called it the 2.2. He would go from happy little baby to upset child in 2.2 seconds. I hate to admit it, but it was kind of funny, especially when we would laugh at him and say 2.2. He didn't find it humorous in the slightest, not when he was an infant nor later in life.
Kyle was never shy about sharing his feelings or his grievances with us, at any given moment. I remember clearly one day, Kyle got made at me, I'm guessing I was instigating the little package, and he showed me. He walked out on the porch and chucked his beloved bottle over the bannister into the front yard. The snarly look he gave me was way too cute! Me being me, I found complete humor in the situation. Mom witnessing the entire thing, yelled at me to stop picking on the kid. He was adorable, even when angered. At least at that age.
I always did love observing Kyle with his activities. He would spend hours upon hours lining up his matchbox cars. Thanks to my sister he owned hundreds of them (no joke). They always had to be perfectly in line, front to back, front to back, covering the floor or coffee table. He would concentrate so hard, he blocked out the world around him. Did I mention his focus included his tongue sticking out like my Uncle Sonny? I always did find him fascinating, wondering what was going on in his little head.
When Kyle was around two and three years old, and a banana was requested, we had to peel it for him. The banana had to be stripped down all the way. Yes, we had to hand him a naked banana and if it broke, well, that was the end of the world. He would throw a fit and not accept the fruit to eat and demand another. I'm guessing he felt he couldn't eat a broken banana or it wouldn't taste the same or something. It was a complete tragedy! Usually I ate the broken pieces, which ticked him off even more. I never gave in on this one. He had to learn not to waste food and he wasn't going to always get his own way.
For a few short years, Kyle would walk around the house with his Scooby-Doo slippers, which were initially three sizes too big. He loved those things, asking to wear them every waking minute. Surprisingly, he made his way around the house with minimal trip-age. After he outgrew those slippers, wearing them until they were too tight, mom and I decided to take him to the store to get another pair. He picked out ones that looked like a car, even with stuffed wheels on the side. Letting him try them on to ensure we had a proper fit, Kyle's mind surprised us again. After placing the plush cars to his feet, Kyle stiffened up. He held himself so still and hung onto my arm with all seriousness. Why? He thought the wheels were going to shoot him across the floor like roller skates and he was going to roll away! Mom and I died! We were laughing so hard, we couldn't help the panicked kid. He had no idea what was so funny. Needless to say, we bought the slippers.
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