Entry 3: The Cute One
I have two younger brothers, and each of us are 7.5 years apart from each other. This makes an interesting dynamic in that when I was 15, my younger brother, Chris, was 8. He is 15 as of this writing, and my youngest brother, Joaquin, is about to turn 8 years-old on February 4th (he was born on February 4, 2006, which can be easily remembered as 2-4-6).
This little critter is a cutie, and he's really smart and talented. He often draws and doodles for fun, and he loves to pretend and play, which gives him a great imagination.
Around the house we give nicknames to each other. My dad is called Fatherman; my younger brother is called Chuck, Chickie, and Christie; and my youngest brother is referred to as Jack in text messages, because it's easier to type. I personally gave Joaquin the nickname Feo, which in Spanish translates to ugly. Obviously this completely false, but it was funny the day he realized I was calling him ugly for years.
My family grew up as Protestant Christians, and traveling in the military made us try different churches. But whichever establishment we settled with, Joaquin absorbed Christian values like a sponge. As an advocate of God, he easily volunteers to sing and perform skits for church events, even though he is painfully shy on a stage. He is a great kid, and even though he is still young and irresponsible, I know he intended to make good decisions based on those Christian values.
Joaquin is also incredibly goofy, which he gets from Chris, and his wit and knack for drawing comes from my dad and me. While playing video game, Joaquin often enjoys goofing around, playing with the physics of the environment, and exploring the knocks and crannies and the world. This often leads to arguments with Chris, who is often competitive and always want to win.
This little guy also deeply loves and respects me. Everyone says that he doesn't stop talking about his oldest brother. When he was a toddler, I was able to make him stop crying by saying, "I can't understand you when you're crying, stop so I can understand what's wrong." This worked nearly all the time, because I would always treat him on a level close to my age by using reason and understand. My mother, on the other hand, would run to him if he started crying and comforted him with hugs. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'd rather help him solve his problems by discussion than him crying into my shoulder, at least not every time. He also listens to my commands without complaining, just like when I say it's bedtime he will sigh and say "ok" and he'll do it without hesitation.
I've also taught him to be fearless with food and and try anything at least once, even though I wouldn't do the same. Our neighbor once helped cook a whole fish for dinner, and she ate one of the eyes! Joaquin was mortified, and when she said it was good and offered him the other eye, he ate it without question and enjoyed it. I also nicknamed him Pig, because he can eat like one.
Aside from the typical toys and video games that every child enjoys, Joaquin enjoys skeletons and skulls. At first he enjoyed wearing shoes and hoodies with skulls on them, but more often than not they seemed too inappropriate for a little kid to be enjoying that much. Sometimes he would watch the TV show House with us, even though he hates anything with a plot! But one time a lady from our church gave him a Skeletal Learning Book for his birthday, which encourages him to learn about what he enjoys. Last year I gave a Easter Island Skull Cup that I made in my Pottery and Ceramics class.
Next week is his birthday, and I have few things I'd like to give him as a gift. Do you have any younger siblings? What was the coolest gift you ever got for them? As always, comments and feedback rare greatly appreciated. And don't forget to check out my newly added College Art Gallery!