I am feeling guilty that I publish all the time about Helen, and often about John, and now I have Meg's poem up, and I never say "Boo!" about James. Perhaps that is the way of a 12-year-old boy - no news is good news. He is not overly talkative about school or life, but seems to be really enjoying his school year and friends here. He has a friend whom he regularly walks or bikes home with; friends with whom he goes out to lunch every Wednesday on the early release day, and he went to the Middle School dance last Friday night. We were not too surprised that he didn't really want us to chaperon the dance.
He is growing into a very independent, and largely responsible, young man. He takes care of himself and his school work and schedule. He does not yet remember to clean his bathroom on his own, but does passably well at the job, without too much grumbling, when reminded. He is also a big help with many other chores - my best sweeper and tidier in the kitchen, and he always joins in to help fold a basket of laundry if he sees me at work on it.
He will watch the younger kids for me as needed, though he definitely doesn't want to be involved with potty or diaper issues. If asked, he will take John outside for roughhousing without complaint, or get Helen into pajamas.
And finally, he is just a very nice young man. Good thing I am not biased.
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