Today began in a rather odd way for me as my oldest son (age 12) announced from the shower that he now has armpit hair. (UGH! Really? EEEEK!) I was standing at the sink (remember, we only have one bathroom) putting in my contacts as he made that announcement.
He promptly continued . . . “Ya wanna see it?”
I’m thinking, UH, UMMM, UH ~ panicking a bit . . . I mean I don’t even have my contacts in yet for Heaven’s sake! I don’t want to face that now too! So I respond “You’ll have to show me after you’re done with your shower, your brother needs to get in there now.” (Good save huh).
As I’m still recovering from that little moment, I walk into the kitchen where hubby is breaking into a box of Organic Toaster Pastries (LOL ~ something we NEVER have in this house by the way . . . seriously very odd).
“Couldn’t resist them anymore huh?” I ask him with a grin.
He replies and I quote, “The best part of Folger’s in your cup is what you dip in it.” (with an even bigger grin on his face as he happily dips his pastry in his coffee). Now, the funny part about this conversation is that he isn’t usually home during the morning hubub so the entire event was out of the ordinary for sure.
Now here we are, many hours from the morning festivities mentioned above and I of course still have much activity going on all around me . . . namely my Dynamic Duo! Here’s a look at what they have been up to just in the time I have been writing this post:
- Begin in bedroom window playing, chatting, knowing full-well that mommy doesn’t want them there.
- Both babies climb into Baby Bug’s crib and decide it’s a good time to bounce.
- Suddenly in a stroke of genius Little Monkey (oops, nope, it’s Baby Bug . . . why am I not surprised), decides that he should no longer be wearing a diaper.
- A few minutes later they decide they should definitely move on to bigger and better things and will try out the top bunk. (Yes I promptly removed them from bunk and put a fresh diaper on Bug ~ aren’t I fast! :roll: )
- I pull them both out of the room, close the door and wait.
- Sure enough they head back to try and start all over . . . now if I could only find Baby Bug’s pants . . . . . .
So I will continue my ever vigilant watch for the next adventure to begin ~ hoping and praying that it will be something that does not involve jumping off, climing in, taking off or destroying anything (I can always hope!).
Oh, and for all those still wondering, yes, my son did show me his armpits and I’m sad to say that yes indeedy my little boy does have armpit hair (part of me is crying and another part of me strangely is saying “Ewww” LOL).
I’m off now to brave the great outdoors with my three youngest children – wish me luck!
