I forget sometimes

River and I were sitting on the couch talking.

Well, there was talking combined with some pillow fighting and Riv's stinky feet trying to be shoved up my noseholes in a wrestling move.  Any time you sit with a 14 year old boy, you never really sit.....there is some sort of fidgeting, thumb war, burping, boogers or ninja action going on.  But we still managed to have a conversation!!!!  

A conversation with a teenager!!!  

Things were going swell :)

This was the convo:

Me:  This is your dad's schedule for next week.
 [I gave him the itinerary]

Riv:  Oh.  Ok.  

Guess what is happening next week.?.

Me:  What?

Riv:  Just guess!!

Me:  Hmmmm......I'm not thinking of anything.  

Does it have to do with your school?

Riv:  Geez mom!!!  

How unpatriotic and unsympathetic are you???  

Think of the dates on the calendar!

Me:  What do you mean?  The only thing that I can remember that is coming next week is me and your dad's anniversary.  

What am I missing?  

Wait!!!!  

Now I remember.

The 9.11 anniversary :(

Riv:  I would have to say the 9.11 anniversary is a bigger deal than you and dad's anniversary!
How do you forget 9.11?

Me:  How can you say that?  If it wasn't for the fact that me and your dad got married, you wouldn't even be alive!

Riv:  Um.....mom.......

I would still be alive even if you and dad never met.

Me:  Shit!!!!  You're right!!!  

I forget sometimes.

Lunch lady

At 12:30 yesterday afternoon, I promptly arrived with teriyaki chicken and rice in hand for Jax and I's lunch date.

I had seen him just two days prior, but in the last 48 hours he had grown thousands of centimeters and I was finding myself tilting my head upward to kiss his cheek.

"Mom, thank you for bringing me this awesome lunch!!!  

I don't really like the food they serve here.  

It's a lot of fish and yucky stuff I won't eat.

I always wish you were the cook in the lunch room, 
because then I would eat everything on my plate.  

You are the best cook in the world mom."

Ahhhhh...my plan has worked!!!

Make them love and miss you through their stomachs!!!

T'was one of the best "motherhood" compliments I have ever had :)

Where's da fuzz??/

See that shiny upper lip???

That is the shine of after shave lotion.

Randy took the boys into our bathroom directing them to stand to his sides.

He handed each one a glob of shaving cream and a razor and gave a tutorial of proper 'nick-free' hair removal.

In seconds, my lil' boys' peach fuzz was gone.

I cried.

Yes people!!!

My over-attachment disorder even extends to my kids' facial hair!!!

I think I do well with my boys 'coming of age' moments.

I truly want to encourage their wings to grow 

so that they aren't nose diving when leaving my nest.

But in reality......I ache inside.  

Them chirping for my guidance, 

and under my wings for protection is limited by time.

All this drama-momma emotion over a shaved lip!!!

Can you even imagine my freakouts when they start driving???

Have a job???

Suck face with a girl!!?!?!?!?

Go off to college?????

I must go drink wine now.

I hear it's the #1 'drink of denial' for the mother hen.

cluck cluck

The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent. 

~ Erich Fromm

It's elementary my dear.....

In our jammies and blankets in tow, we had reserved seats for the 11:59 pm  premier showing of

Sherlock Holmes 2.

Attending a movie at midnight, and having the privilege to say "I saw it first", was a dream of River's.

Jax wasn't sure if he wanted to go, or could even stay awake that late.

A midnight movie was not on Jax's dream list.

He instantly changed his mind after eating a shartload of candy, bounced off the walls, drove us crazy, and then tagged along.

Randy opted out by default.

He was in bed by 9 pm to be ready for work at 5 am.

I don't even think he knew we had left and came back again.

I was VERY tired.

Exhausted is probably a more appropriate word.

But I did my best to pull myself out of it and join the "excited" rally with a cheerful face.

The movie was GREAT!!!

The entire theater laughed, applauded, and left satisfied (at 2:40 am).

There is something about going to a midnight opening, that makes you feel like you are one big happy family with the rest of the crowd.

It's almost like a hidden secret of  'this is where the party is'.  

And  if you're lucky enough to get a seat at the party,  you will happen upon  the amazing after hours energy of the 'premier cult'.

I am actually looking forward to doing this again.......

maybe next time NOT on a school night though!

Whew....it's gonna be a highly caffeinated day!

What we will do for our kiddies.....

 :)

Time bitch slaps me

The whammies of noticing that my kids' physical features have transitioned from boy to young man,

is not something I think I will ever get used to.

My BBQ invite

Short. Simple. To the point.

River told me he has a girlfriend.

And then he told me to stop asking so many questions.

Right!!!!  

Like I am gonna let this one go!?!?!?

He invited me to this BBQ and I'm gonna be

'all up in his grill' like ShaNaeNae gone wild on a rack of Southern ribs!!

I am very hungry for more information!!

I am thankful for the invite though.

I'm glad he's willing to let me in.

Even though the convo is very minimal,

 it has enough deets to give me a chuckle and a stroke all at the same time.

SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!

sorry about all the stupid bbq/grill/ShaNaeNae/ribs lingo....

i've gone a bit mad.

news of your children experiencing relationships for the first time makes a mother go out of her mind.

i just want to put my hands over my ears, close my eyes, and rock back and forth repeating to myself, "always my baby he will be".

but i know that eventually i have to open my eyes to the truth.

my kids are growing up.