I was going to update today and write all about me, Me at the moblog meet up mentioned in my last post, Me and my NEW CAMERA, Me at Ragley hall (where the blonde one exhausted himself on the adventure playground, the 3D mazes and I trialled my NEW CAMERA), Me and my work review, or in bullshit speak my “P.P.D.R”, Me and my extremely bad hair day, strike that bad hair week and just a bit more about me, Oh and my NEW CAMERA…sorry had I already mentioned that??

Instead I am going to tell you about why the title of this post sums up my child so perfectly, Jordan is ADORABLE, yes, I know, I’m bias but he is, really he is (when not pulling April Fools tricks on me, or hiding my dressing gown under his bed), He’s special, not in a sit in the corner rocking kinda way but in a “I’m a 7 and I see the world in a really innocent way” He still has so much to learn about life and things in is head are so simple. It’s one way or another and all the grey areas we have to learn to navigate as we grow older he has yet to realize they exist.

He is still a child yes I know I’m stating the obvious as he is still only 7, but with him it’s easy to forget how young he really is when he behaves so well, acts so grown up most of the time and much to my detriment understands sarcasm far too well, But also SO easy to remember when I get home from work and have a conversation that goes something like this…

Hey hun, had a good day?
We played piñata at school today.

Really? Who bought that in?
No one

You DO know what a piñata is don’t you??
(with a very indignant look) Err Yeah!

So how did you play piñata then??
Well I was the piñata and *insert random name here* and the others hit me with sticks.

YOU WENT TO SCHOOL AND LET PEOPLE HIT YOU WITH STICKS???
yes.

ROFL!!!

I should have been more diplomatic and NOT laughed in the kids face, I could have shouted, demanded to know what the hell the teachers were doing while my poor baby was being beaten with the branches from the nearest available tree by a group of prepubescent girls, I could have stormed the school gates and set up camp in the reception refusing to move until i had the heads of all the girls involved on a plate in front of me, But he was so matter of fact about it and so indignant with me as I picked myself up off the floor to his protests of “it was only a game” and “I enjoyed the girls playing with me“, I just couldn’t help myself but laugh.

All I could picture was my little boy, who’s greatest hero in the world is a cartoon character called Ben10 (until later this week when Spiderman 3 comes out and I’m sure he’ll switch allegiance again), Striking his best Karate kid Kid pose in the middle of a group of baying females and screaming “AYYYEEEE-YAAA, COME ON GIVE IT ALL YOU’VE GOT!!” and fending them off with a series of his ninja moves which (he believes) rivals anything the turtles have to offer because believe me knowing my son so well this is exactly what he would have been doing!

So thats my boy, he goes to school and plays with girls, and lets them beat him with sticks, more worryingly he seems to have quite enjoyed it!!

I love him so much he’s fantastic but as this shows he’s also very very weird but in a really special, priceless, adorable 7 year old kinda way!

Not surprising really considering he’s my son!