I always wanted to be a mom of boys. My younger, ambitious, teenage self actually wanted 4 boys and 1 girl. But then I started buying diapers and settled for 3.
But I really hit the jackpot with these 3.
He does voices. We recently discovered that Trenton can do a really good impersonation of Gollum from Lord of the Rings. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me, because it’s one of my all-time favorite movies. We were eating dinner one night and he asked for another dinner roll. When Huz handed it to him, he squealed, “And take it for meeeeeee!”
I kid you not, it sounded exactly the same. We all lost it, cry-laughing into our spaghetti.
Math Meltdown: I got a call from school last week that he’s struggling a bit in math. This is a problem because he’s entered into pre-algebra, where I am no longer of any help. His school offers a program that will allow him to take an extra math class during the day…but he’d have to give up PE and Health Class. Now, I’d be thrilled to give up those classes. Trenton, though? Not so thrilled. I said I didn’t understand what the big deal was and he said how would I like it if someone shut off my WiFi? I don’t completely understand how those 2 things equate, but I’m now looking into private tutoring.
I love my WiFi.
He lives for Tuesday’s and Thursday’s. My boys love to wear shorts. Shorts all day, shorts when it’s 42 degrees out, shorts to a wedding. And not just any kind of shorts, athletic shorts.
My absolute favorite. *grits teeth*
Jackson is the biggest advocate for All The Time Athletic Wear. “I have PE.” “I can’t concentrate in a collar.” “Cotton doesn’t breathe.” So why, oh why, do I spend so much money on back-to-school clothes, when all he really wants to wear are Reebok shorts and a Dri-Fit tank top?
Because I’m only truly happy when I’m micro-managing my kids, that’s why. So we worked out a deal. Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Friday’s, they wear what I pick out. Tuesday’s and Thursday’s they wear athletic clothes. And I’m not kidding, he LIVES for those days.
Basketball tryouts are in 2 weeks. And I’m genuinely fearful for what will happen to our family, as well as the coach, if he does not get on a team. He has literally put all his balls into this basket(ball hoop). (See what I did there?) Told people that he’s on a team. Invited them to his games. (Keep in mind, there is no such schedule yet.) Should he not make it, I’ve already installed a lock on our bedroom door.
Came home devastated because he had to pull his card at school. Pulling your card is like getting a warning. Everyone starts at Green each day. If they are talking when they shouldn’t be or up out of their seat when they shouldn’t be, the teacher has them pull their card to Yellow. Next is Red and then I think Black, where they have to go down to the Principal’s office. He was talking when he shouldn’t and had to pull his card to Yellow and the whole experience has scarred him. Aidon never gets in trouble. He’s a total goody-goody. After we got home from school yesterday, he came into my room and said he had to pull his card that day for talking. He then proceeded to hand me his iPod as punishment for himself. I could see he was upset, so I gave him a hug and said it was okay, and then he started SOBBING, “But no one ever has to pull their card in September! Only the bad kids!” He was so traumatized by the whole thing, I know I won’t ever have to worry about that again.
Finally won me over and now has an Instagram Account. I know, he’s only 8 years old. It’s true though, the younger kid gets away with way more than the older kid. I wouldn’t let Trenton open any social media accounts until he was 12. And even then, I wouldn’t let him post anything until I read it first. And Aidon’s over there posting selfies and giving out our address to his random followers. I rock at parenting. 🙂