Y is for YellowBoy @ Life is Good

YellowBoy is an amazing kid. I gave you a brief introduction in one of my first posts, and I shared about his passion for cooking in E is for Eggs, but he's been waiting almost the whole alphabet to get his own post. He declined being featured earlier when the letter of his real name came up, preferring instead to wait all the way until Y.

So let's tackle the subject of yellow first. As a toddler, if someone sat him down in front of some crayons and asked him to color, it would be all yellow. Seriously. For several years ALL of his art from pre-school and Sunday school was monochromatic. In yellow. When I asked him why, he responded rather indignantly, “It's my favorite. That's why I use it.” But what about the other colors? Don't you need them, even if they aren't your favorite? “Why? All I need is yellow. Everything should be yellow, Mom.” And so it began.

He sleeps on yellow sheets, in a yellow room. 

He wears predominantly yellow clothes. This is his laundry pile from last week. 

This is his winter coat.

(Note also yellow bandana, and yellow gloves.) Sissie even found him yellow shoes. He was thrilled, but I don't have a picture of them. . He loves fleece blankets. In yellow. 

And even yellow weapons. 

He calls himself the Yellow Ninja.

Of course there's more to him than a passion for a certain color. He's also creative. He made this armor completely by himself, using cardboard and duct tape.

And as you know, he likes to cook. “I think I want to be a chef, Mom. And have my own restaurant. And the whole menu will be mix and match, for the picky kids to find something they like.”

He's learning piano.

Not only creative, he's a compassionate person, too, very considerate of other's feelings. He'll plop down on the couch next to me, “How ya' doing, Mom. Anything you need to let out?” He'll share how he's feeling, both mentally and physically, in great detail. “I feel like there's this bubble of energy inside of me, and it wants to pop.” “My throat feels like jabbing needles, and then when I swallow, it's like scratchy glass pieces.” None of this, “It hurts!” from him. And he likes to ask random questions. “Do you think we could make cars that run on water? It would be cheaper than gas.” “Do you think you'd be able to swim in milk?” (He's a huge milk fan. I have to restrict him as if it were pop, or he'd drink a gallon a day.) “Do you think I could make a perpetual motion machine with magnets?” “When you take a Tylenol, how does it know it's for your throat and not your toe?”

He's a natural born actor. He does an amazing fake french accent. He cracks me up with, “How about some lemon pepper chicken, cheri?” while winking at me in his French persona. Wish I could record it for you. It's rare that you'll see him running around without being in character. “Mom! I'm a ninja squirrel, and I can fly!” This drives Jake NUTS because his animal antics usually involve trying to eat his brother's foot, or arm, or ear. Complete with animal noises.

He's a good friend. He made this picnic for the neighbor kids one Saturday. 

I was gardening, he wanted a backyard party. I told him it was fine, as long as he did it all. He cooked hot dogs, I relented and made my famous popcorn and he served his famous lemonade. (He gives everyone his recipe, when given the chance.) He does very well with younger kids, easily joining in their level of play. They adore this. But it's hard for him to keep track of his things. “I don't remember who I let borrow it.”

And he's deliciously goofy. 

And will sometimes surprise you.  I was taking pictures of the newly completed rope ladder for the tree house when he just ran up and into the camera.

But he's growing up. When we were in Ocean City, MD for our recent vacation, he got a dragon henna tattoo. 

(Please note the yellow crocs.)   

I see the little boy slipping away. He much prefers Dad these days, and is old enough to stay home with just Jake. But he's still a cuddler, and I treasure those moments. Pretty soon he'll be a teen. But maybe with his sunny, YELLOW personality, perhaps not a sullen teen. A mom can hope.

This is  Alphabe-Thursday Y.  Check out the other great Y posts at the fab Ms. Jenny Matlock's.

P.S  Don't worry, not leaving out his brother.  He had his turn in Just Call Me Jake.