I'm less grumpy today. Although all my neighbors in the cul de sac get their lawns done on different days of the week, which means nearly EVERY day I have those fershlugging industrial-sized lawnmowers zinging eight inches from my house. And LEAFBLOWERS. Oy, don't get me started on those.
I am very excited. My nearly 12-year old son is finally, FINALLY taking an interest in what people think of him. Which means, since I am anal and won't let my kids out of the house until they've brushed their teeth, combed their hair and gotten clean (or at least SEMI clean) clothes on, I yell at him to do these things a lot less, lately. Which is nice. And suddenly he's interested in working out and lifting weights. I am going to encourage him in whatever he wants, of course, and I'm glad he's finally "getting it." Granted, middle school can be brutal, you need to be on top of your game to survive there, so I can understand his newfound interest in not appearing unkempt all the time.
His ten-year old brother, on the other hand...that's a whole other can of worms. He's the one who's worried about "looking dumb" since about, oh, BIRTH. He actually argues with me about clothes, because HE knows what the fashion is at his school. And he's VERY sensitive about his hair sticking up, when he wakes up. He wets it right down again. Then again, he's a bit of a "ladies man," and always has been, so this doesn't surprise me. And yes, this is the kid who comes home nightly looking like he fought with a muddy Mack truck...and lost.
Funny how different two boys can be, even though they came from the same two people. ;-)
And now it is time to run run run!
I am very excited. My nearly 12-year old son is finally, FINALLY taking an interest in what people think of him. Which means, since I am anal and won't let my kids out of the house until they've brushed their teeth, combed their hair and gotten clean (or at least SEMI clean) clothes on, I yell at him to do these things a lot less, lately. Which is nice. And suddenly he's interested in working out and lifting weights. I am going to encourage him in whatever he wants, of course, and I'm glad he's finally "getting it." Granted, middle school can be brutal, you need to be on top of your game to survive there, so I can understand his newfound interest in not appearing unkempt all the time.
His ten-year old brother, on the other hand...that's a whole other can of worms. He's the one who's worried about "looking dumb" since about, oh, BIRTH. He actually argues with me about clothes, because HE knows what the fashion is at his school. And he's VERY sensitive about his hair sticking up, when he wakes up. He wets it right down again. Then again, he's a bit of a "ladies man," and always has been, so this doesn't surprise me. And yes, this is the kid who comes home nightly looking like he fought with a muddy Mack truck...and lost.
Funny how different two boys can be, even though they came from the same two people. ;-)
And now it is time to run run run!
2 comments:
It's fascinating, though, watching their individualism develop, isn't it?
I can't believe how fast they are growing! Go thing 2!!!! :-) :-)
Mom
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