Sheesh. My baby is growning up and I'm not too sure I'm all that happy about it!
The boy has just about outgrown every pair of jeans that he owns! This morning, I helped him get his clothes out for school - as he pulled the jeans on I could tell they were a bit snug. He couldn't snap them...."Mom, can you get this for me?".......let's see.....ok, suck it in......uh, no. Too short and too tight!
To make matters worse, they were semi-new!! (read: they didn't have holes in the knee)
Did he have a growth spurt that I missed?!
Speaking of growing up.....
We took our new camper out for our inaugural camping trip this weekend! We didn't go far, just up the road 20-30 minutes to FDR State Park. Lovely place, lovely weather. We hiked, biked, fished and roasted marshmallows over the fire. Oh, and the boy found a girlfriend.
Our campsite was across from the play area, so my Social Butterfly son spent a good bit of time over there playing with the other camp kids. When he wasn't at the playground, he was whining that he wanted to go play with his new friends at the playground. We soon found out why.
Her name was Abby. Or Addie. Or Allie. Something like that. Anyway. I believe it was love at first sight.
After breakfast Sunday morning, we heard the sound of kids on the playground, so he asked if he could go over to play. He got dressed, then asked if his hair was still sticking up (he had a bit of The Bed Head going on). I told him yes - did he want me to fix it for him? Yes, please.
So, I moistened it a bit and tried to make it behave, which led to nice flat wet hair..
I asked him if he wanted me to dry it a little with my hair dryer. Yes, please.
A few knowing looks over his head to the Daddy and we were done.
"Is it ok, Mom?"
"Is it flat?"
Yes, baby. You're perfect.
And just like that, my baby grew up. He wanted to be sure his hair was ok before he went out to meet his 'friends', particularly, one girl. As we watched through the camper screen, he walked toward the playground and the kids flocked to him.
We were thinking, though. Our Social Butterfly who worried so much about whether his hair was flat, never thought to brush his teeth.
Maybe I've got a few more years yet?
The boy has just about outgrown every pair of jeans that he owns! This morning, I helped him get his clothes out for school - as he pulled the jeans on I could tell they were a bit snug. He couldn't snap them...."Mom, can you get this for me?".......let's see.....ok, suck it in......uh, no. Too short and too tight!
To make matters worse, they were semi-new!! (read: they didn't have holes in the knee)
Did he have a growth spurt that I missed?!
Speaking of growing up.....
We took our new camper out for our inaugural camping trip this weekend! We didn't go far, just up the road 20-30 minutes to FDR State Park. Lovely place, lovely weather. We hiked, biked, fished and roasted marshmallows over the fire. Oh, and the boy found a girlfriend.
Our campsite was across from the play area, so my Social Butterfly son spent a good bit of time over there playing with the other camp kids. When he wasn't at the playground, he was whining that he wanted to go play with his new friends at the playground. We soon found out why.
Her name was Abby. Or Addie. Or Allie. Something like that. Anyway. I believe it was love at first sight.
After breakfast Sunday morning, we heard the sound of kids on the playground, so he asked if he could go over to play. He got dressed, then asked if his hair was still sticking up (he had a bit of The Bed Head going on). I told him yes - did he want me to fix it for him? Yes, please.
So, I moistened it a bit and tried to make it behave, which led to nice flat wet hair..
I asked him if he wanted me to dry it a little with my hair dryer. Yes, please.
A few knowing looks over his head to the Daddy and we were done.
"Is it ok, Mom?"
"Is it flat?"
Yes, baby. You're perfect.
And just like that, my baby grew up. He wanted to be sure his hair was ok before he went out to meet his 'friends', particularly, one girl. As we watched through the camper screen, he walked toward the playground and the kids flocked to him.
We were thinking, though. Our Social Butterfly who worried so much about whether his hair was flat, never thought to brush his teeth.
Maybe I've got a few more years yet?
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