Today I picked up my summer vaca bummed niece and nephew to spend the day with us. We stopped to mail off a package for Sean and got my boys a high n' tight. You should see 'em! Oh...you will. The barber was a super patriotic type and commented on what a wise decision going into the military is with five kids. WHOA. He thought they were all mine. Aside from the insulting mental implications, how old do I look?? Jake is almost 12. Do I look old enough to have a 12 year old?
After the very expensive buzz jobs, we hit Chick fil A for lunch. I had a very insightful conversation with my Jacob. The boy has turned into a...tween. He's got life completely figured out, though. He's a great kid that gets a bad rap. It's tough growing up. It's even tougher growing up redheaded and too smart for your own good.
I can't pinpoint when Jake went from goofy little kid to someone who is actually fun to be around. That sounds bad, but you know what I mean. One day he was like Simon, bouncing off the walls with the "why why why"s and now he gives one word answers and is too cool to make eye contact with his dorky aunt. It breaks my heart. It happened too fast and with no warning. It makes me wonder when I'll go from talking about little boys punching dead frogs to giggling with my friend about Simon's first zit.
**sidenote: I was seriously freaking out about the fact that Simon killed a frog the other day. Isn't that the first sign of a serial killer? That they kill small animals as children? My dad reassured me that the frog was already dead when Simon punched it. This is supposed to make me feel better?
more to come...
1 comments:
he's lucky to have you in his life.
and the frog thing....nasty.
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