My daughter was named Student of the Month at her elementary school.
My son, who has struggled with school all his life and started the school year 2 grades behind, has caught up! He knocked out 7th and 8th grades in a little over one semester at the local alternative school, and is now working on 9th grade material. And he’s ranked 4th in the middle school chess club and will be going to State in March.
Little heathens sure make me proud. 
My four y/o son is the smartest in his pre-school. Whilst all the other children are struggling with cutting their papers, son has already finished and has taken the initiative to write his ABC’s on the back of the paper.
Teacher has mentioned more than once that never before has she experience a child with such an ability for puzzles.
He’ll be the smart one, the baby will be the cute one. I can tell already. Actually, when observing my two boys who are the exact same age apart as their father and uncle, it appears as though I’m raising their father and uncle. The similarities between the pairs is startling.
My kid is just a wiseass. He’ll try a “what’s that… over there!” fake to try to tickle you.
He’s got a great sense of humor.
Robin
My kid won’t eat his damned vegetables. 
That said, he is bright, sunny, personable and a natural born Doper. When I told him once, a while back, to accept my answer “because Daddy knows everything.” He then thought of an impossible to answer question, asked me, and then called me on it when I couldn’t answer. I had to smile.
My daughter has most of the same characteristics. Plus, the other night I was washing up the dishes and she just started to help, unbidden, drying all and helping to put them away. Stuff like that is better than grades sometimes.
My sperm has been particularly vigorous lately.
What? That’s all i’ve got!
My daughter’s teaching assistant came up to me. We hadn’t met. “It’s so great to meet you,” she said. “I JUST LOVE YOUR DAUGHTER. She really is smart. Really.” And then, while daughter beamed, she added, “I expect great things from this one.”
And Mama beamed.
My eldest child, the Amazing Brooke, just got the promotion she interviewed for last week. She’s now a Unit Manager and will have up to 8 people reporting to her.
She’s back in school working on her graduate degree in business and she’s doing well. Brooke is the mom of the Amazing 4 year old grandson Hassan who has finally agreed to “play” with his basketball team and stop spinning in circles at halfcourt while singing rap songs he shouldn’t know the words to.
Hassan is playing (well, appearing) with his team for the second year. Last year every time he snatched the ball from another player (didn’t matter which team) he would run in circles, laughing until another kid would snatch the ball back. Taking the ball from any 3 year old on the court generally results in a quick run to Mommy and a good long cry. There were ususally more children on the sidelines being comforted than on the basketball court during gametime. Scoring wasn’t really important to any of the players. Taking the ball from another kid seemed to be the point of the game.
The one period that guaranteed the full attention and cooperation of the whole team: snack time. The kids would line up quietly and politely, then carefully spill the contents of their juiceboxes all over their uniforms. The snack parents never seemed to figure this one out in time to avoid the messes and the stains seemed to be badges of honor to the players (similar to football player’s dirty uniforms) proving that the child had seen a little action that day.
My younger daughter has two sons - Kavon and Jarod, ages 12 and 6. On a recent visit to their home in Florida, I learned that all African American preteens can not dance to the beat. Kavon gets excited and the beat gets away from him. This does not stop him from continuing to dance to his exciting collection of BowWow downloads. Kavon also considers himself a rapper and shouts the words out over the music. Once the beat is lost, the lyrics get lost too. Kavon’s solution was to drown out the original so his concert was a step or two ahead of the track. Grandma tried to nod with the beat, but there were 2 beats going on so I got a little dizzy.
Not to be outdone, Jarod decided to show me all the karate moves he knows as well as his skill as a dancer. At 6, his exposure to dance has been limited to the videos his parent allow him to watch so his style is a little Michael Jacksonesque combined with a little Chuck Norris Mini-Me.
My 3 year old daughter is the bravest child I have ever met in my life. She isn’t scared of anything. The other day she said “Daddy, I had a dream. It was about these vampires and werewolves.” I said, “You had a nightmare?” She said “Not a nightmare. I love those kinds of things.” She reminds me of Wednesday Adams and seeks out creepy and scary things. She also begs for thrills and excitement that would make most adults pee their pants.
She is a truly great artist too. It is funny to go into her preschool and see the art on the walls. There are pictures of squiggles one after another until you get to my daughter’s and her picture has a fully formed scene properly colored and the tiniest of details correctly in place. It is an in joke with the teachers and the say “Just guess which one is hers.”
I am certain that she is a gifted child. She knows her ABC’s, how to write letters, and how to count to 100. She knows a lot about a lot of subjects. She never liked kids shows like Barney. She went straight for the teen and above shows and can tell you all about them.
I am very proud of my odd little, brilliant great artist.
My daughter is looking around for her first car - because she just accepted a summer job in California and everyone says she needs a car in CA. It sounds like a great job for a college junior - pays very well plus close to $3,000 relocation bonus. The company she’ll be working for is Intel - looking at the environmental impact of their products.
She was in high demand because she’s a straight A student in chemical engineering at MIT. Plus she won some humanities fellowship which means (to employers) that she can actually read and write English.
Plus she’s a wonderful person who’s been most excited about working in the non-profit sector when she graduates.
I’m a very proud mama.
My 2yo daughter swung on a Big Girl Swing instead of a baby swing for the first time today, and did great.
My 5yo read Charlotte’s web the other day. She has become a great reader since the start of kindergarten, and now gets deeply into a book and doesn’t hear me call her.
My 4th grade DD got second place in the science fair (vacuum pump) and 4th place in the spelling bee in the last 2 weeks. She worked hard on the science project. She was sick for several days before the bee and didn’t study at all thinking it was just a practice day! 
DS is in 2nd grade. His science project is not graded or anything but he got high compliments for a job well done (micrometeorites). He glued it together with a glue stick that didn’t work. Later, we discovered it was a sunblock stick. It looked greasy but smelled real nice! :dubious:
Our almost-4-month-old daughter started sleeping through the night about a month ago - yay Sophia!!!
She is sweet, very adaptable, easy going, happy and of course adorable !
She is growing like crazy after a rocky start and is great at breastfeeding and will also take a bottle.
Let’s see.
My son is in fourth grade and reading on a sixth-grade level. He’s in GT (Gift & Talented) Reading, Social Studies, Science and Math programs. He got all As on his most recent report card (this past Monday). (I’m not entirely sure he wasn’t switched at birth. )
His teacher gave us information for an accelerated summer program at Johns Hopkins for GT students, and he wants to take a science class on fornesics. I think I need to stop letting him watch CSI and Cold Case Files.
My daughter, who really struggled in middle school and her first years of high school, both with school work and with some personal problems (depression and self-injury), has really turned things around and now makes all As and Bs and is on the honor roll.
My two sons (20 and 17) are wonderful, decent human beings. They’ve done their own laundry since 3rd grade. They know how to clean a kitchen and grocery shop. One of them can even cook. They know ballroom dancing and they are both rock climbers. They don’t watch much TV, they don’t play video games. They manage their own money. They make their own decisions about life. They are good and faithful boyfriends to the girls they date, and they give thoughtful gifts. They write their grandmothers thank-you notes. One is in college and hasn’t wasted a dime of my money. The other is close behind him. Everyone said that having teenagers would be tough. But this has been the most rewarding part of parenthood so far. I can’t wait to see what my two boys are like as men.
I’d do it all again. That’s a tribute to these two guys…and their father.
What a wonderful idea for a thread …
Congrats to all the amazing parents that have produced & nurtured such great kids!!!
Shayla laughed today.
Not just the little gurgling “heh heh heh” that she’s been doing for awhile now…no, a long, loud “Hahahahahaaaa!!”. Damn, it sounded wonderful.
Hey, whaddaya want, she’s only 11 weeks old…we’ll take what we can get right now.
My 5-year-old daughter is the cutest and smartest child ever born. So smart, in fact, that she’s figured out that when she asks me a question that I brush off with, “I don’t know”, she can always guilt me into taking the time to give her a proper answer by replying, “but daddy, you’re so smart, you know everything”, then smiling and waiting. Cute, smart…and conniving, that one. (the conniving part comes from her mother).
My 3-year-old daughter is one very tough, and special cookie. On Christmas day two years ago (at 14 months old), she suffered a massive stroke that resulted in left-side hemi-paresis. She has since endured two major brain operations (and a great deal of therapy) with a magnitude of strength and grace that even in adults, I’ve rarely witnessed. She is on top of her game now, and breathtakingly beautiful.
My son has peach fuzz. I am verklempt.
My daughter was so bored at the school dance last night she fell asleep at the dance.
The other night, I come across my son sitting at the kitchen table. He has attached a clothespin to his bottom lip and his shaking his head about to make the clothespin flap around.
I begin laughing uncontrollably, and in the midst of laughing so hard I can’t stop, I get the hiccups. That hurts, let me tell you.
Ah, teenagers.
Further bragging:
Aaron and I made blueberry muffin bread this morning. He really did a super job helping.
Robin
I have the world’s most perfectly well-behaved child. He never makes a sound, never asks for anything, eats whatever he gets, and never wakes us up at night.
Of course, he’s not born yet, so all of this is subject to change.
(And we don’t really know if it’s a boy or girl yet - I just say “he” to make it easier.)
