This is your old man. I have to apologize for making this year so crazy for you. We started out by living in Whitefish Bay, WI. Next, we moved to Prairie Crossing (from here on referred to as Stinkytown). Then, it was a series of two temporary assignments, one in Massachusetts and the other in North Carolina. After 9 months on the road, we are back in Stinkytown, at the cusp of moving yet again to our new home in Highwood/Ft Sheridan, Illinois. The difference is that the house that we are moving to is hopefully going to be the last move for you until you are done with high school (lets hope so anyway).
Last weekend, you and I had a "man weekend." We spent the entire weekend with just you, me and the dog. We really had a blast. I can't talk about all of the fun that we had because your mother will eventually read this, but, let's just say it was one hell of a party. One of my favorite moments was when you snuck into the pantry, opened a container of powdered gatorade, and started drinking the powder with the scoop. I quickly took it from you, used the powder to make you a Gatorade with water, and put the Gatorade powder away. When I held the glass up to you and ask if you wanted some of "this" you quickly went into the pantry, pointed at the Gatorade powder and said, "That 'this'." You are definitely becoming more proficient at communicating.
Your mother and I are so excited for your brother to come. We hope that you and he can become great friends, although, we know that as a big brother, you will feel obligated to give him the occasional swirly and/or beat-down. That is what big brothers are for. We know you will be a good one.
I love you, son.
