Work In Progress

It's Ben's birthday! And he's twelve, which just seems unpossible. He's almost as tall as I am now, though, so I guess I should rethink that unpossible bit. (His feet are, I *think*, bigger than mine. Yikes.) 

As ever with Mr. Mellow, he's been pretty low-key about his day. S. made him a bacon-and-egg sandwich for breakfast, he took cupcakes to school, and has been feted with pizza (his request) and a double choclate cake (i.e. chocolate on chocolate). All he wanted was XBox games, since that was the big (well, only) Christmas gift, so that's what he got. He's happy as a clam. 

It's his standard mode of existence, still. Ben rolls with whatever comes along, rarely gets stressed, and is only (briefly) grumpy in the morning. He's still ridiculously devoted to Sara, still loves all the science stuff like Mythbusters and Discovery Channel, and is still loving music -- the stuff S. and I have introduced him to, and to his own finds. He's become quite the My Chemical Romance fanboy, too, and is fascinated by Gerard Way, which is adorable. (It helps that, um, I am, too.) 

Weird fact: Ben is the only student *in his school* whose birthday is today. Way statistically improbable, huh?