Those ittty bitty wrinkled prune babies that the doctors sent home with us are now running with a neighborhood pack of feral 6, 7 and 8 year-old boys, and they kind of look like they fit in. Of course, when you talk to them or they try throw a ball, it becomes immediately apparent that they are actually 3 year-olds walking around in the bodies of Kindergarteners.
But wait! Next week, they will be 4! Whaaaaa?!! I already emailed the families that we invited over to tell them this party is not going in my party portfolio so they can lower their expectations. Kent is doing “Super Hero Training” and I am to buy straws, balloons, and silly string for him. And I’m probably having it catered because I don’t really feel like cooking. We’ll see.
My sister asked what the boys are into these days so she can get them gifts. Peppers’s hobbies are video games, youtube videos of video games, iPad games, and compulsively asking whether it’s screentime yet. Salty enjoys art and disappointing his parents. The censors (Kent) just read this and admitted, “Both of those are spot on.”
For the record, I am crazy in love with my sons. They are hilarious little buddies of mine. I love talking to them. I love driving around while they point out trees and shrubs that I’m teaching them to recognize while I’m in landscape mode. I love everything about this age.
We ran into a set of two year-old twin boys at the playground last night. I wanted to tell their mom to hang in there because my boys are so much fun now that they’re four, but I worried that might have come across as rude. So I just called her kids ugly and asked why their shirts didn’t match.
In other less snarky news, Cutting Edge Stencils, the place where I buy all my awesome stencils featured my mudroom on their blog today. They really liked my command center, and so indeed do I!