As I mentioned before, Josh is a good egg.
Now, there are times that either his mother, myself, or both of us have to suppress the temptation to strangle him - but overall he's a pretty good kid.
Why am I getting into this subject? Well, it has occurred to me that with all the things we have to deal with for Zach, and the fact that Brandon pretty much hogs as much attention as possible, that Josh sometimes gets the short end of the stick.
I know we're far too quick to get on his case at times about the typical stuff - homework, keeping his room clean, getting along with his brothers, etc. Actually, he's probably far "better" of a kid than we realize. He always helps out with Zach and Brandon when we need an extra set of hands, he'll take care of chores around the house (even if we do have to ask more than once at times...), he gets good grades... I guess we should be thankful.
He's kind of in a rough situation I guess. Zach's condition is something we have never hid from Josh. He knows all about MPS, and sees its effect on Zach every day. It's not fair that he has to deal with these type of issues so young in life, but it wouldn't be fair (or even possible actually) to keep him in the dark. His teachers always remark how mature he is, and how conscientious he is about his classmates feelings. I guess we're not doing too bad of a job raising him.
Josh does inject humor into our lives though - he's good at that.
Although he has mostly outgrown it, Josh has the habit of sleepwalking. Since I'm one of those people who never seem to go to bed before 1 or 2 in the morning, I'm often awake to witness these nocturnal adventures. Well, without going into too many stories let's just say that preparing to walk out the front door to go to school (backpack in hand) while wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, and peeing in the trashcan in his room because he thought he was in the bathroom just scrape the surface.
Personally, I laugh my ass off when he does this stuff. He denies that it ever happens. One of these days I'm going to have the video camera charged when he goes walking and I'm going to post it on Youtube for his future girlfriends to see.
I was sitting with the wife watching TV the other day. All of a sudden we start to hear clapping coming from the bathroom, which was occupied by Josh.
Now, I'm not sure about you, but I have never done anything in the bathroom that I felt was worthy of letting out a cheer. A sigh of relief perhaps - but never a cheer. Not even when I managed to install a whirlpool tub in the bathroom did I let out a cheer. I'm pretty sure there wasn't even a minor home improvement project being worked on in there while Josh was clapping. Not replacing the caulk, not hanging a new shower curtain, nothing. Just normal bodily functions.
When he came out, you know I had to find out what was going on....
Me: Josh, let me ask you... why were you clapping in there?
Josh: It was the theme from Star Wars.
Me: No, not what - why?
Josh: I don't know - just wanted to I guess.
Me: Well, may the force be with you then.
Sunday was the first night I actually let Josh ride the exercise bike. Man was that a mistake.
Little booger rode for more than an hour and covered about 13 miles. The only reason he stopped is because I made him.
You see, I was afraid he was going to injure himself. No matter what you think, I was not worried about the fact that he rode for an hour and then hopped off the bike like it was nothing, and how that might make me look bad. Nope, not that.
He did have one advantage though. He wasn't trying to balance a tasty midnight snack on the handlebars while riding.
I'm sure that accounts for the difference.
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