Mohawk

At 11:48 last night I received a text.  Texts sent at that time should be due to an emergency, right?

Nope.

Little guy: "I need to get a haircut tomorrow."


...and that's why I'm super happy that I'm a deep sleeper.


Skip to today after I dropped my sweet kiddo off at the barber shop. 


Little guy:  "I'm ready to be picked up now."

So I got in my car and head right on over.  And what happened next took me completely by surprise.

1. I drove right by my kid who had started walking home...because I did not recognize him!

2. I did not recognize him because he had a mohawk...something I thought he'd never do because his mom, me, had one in high school, too.


Having a little "Like Mother, Like Son" bliss.

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Putting it on the Line

I have to admit that my kids are rather used to being spoiled in the laundry department.  As far as they're concerned, the laundry fairy shows up most of the time and delivers piles of neatly folded laundry.  I figured they rather dug it like that, so I was blown away when my big guy said something to me today when I was hanging some jeans on our clothesline.


Big guy:  "Are you going to start using the clothesline again?"

Me:  "Just a little.  I always lay off in the winter."

Big guy:  "Well, I like when clothes are hanging out here so I can just go outside and take what I want to wear off the line."


I really dug it...and somehow I think one of his fond childhood memories will be of his mom hanging his clothes to dry.  Pretty groovy.

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Sentimental Sunday

Been having a sentimental Sunday 'round here.  With my big guy entering college and my little guy starting high school next week, as in just seven days from now, I keep thinking of the little boogers they once were...as I look up at them now towering over me...and I'm absolutely confident that they'll each be brilliant and amazing in their owns way.  I mean with a history of such deep thoughts, how could they not be?


My little guy who once inquired, "Was [big guy] zero when he came out of your privates?"

and..."Dump trucks must cuss a lot because of all the beeping sounds."


My big guy who had a great idea after receiving his glasses prescription for a weakness in only one eye, "Can I just get a unicle?"

and..."I ate a big, big, big, big booger in the bathroom!!"


I'm so excited for them!  And can't wait to hear what they say next!

Why yes, of course, this is supposed to be me and my boys.

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