Thursday, March 22, 2012

Three Times the Fun

Not only do I have three boys, I now have three boys who are all adolescents. I knew this day would come. I guess I'm as prepared as I can be. Which is not an altogether optimistic statement.

My older two, now 15 and almost 14 years old, have been adolescents for a while. I'm used to their swings between insolence and hormone-addled forgetfulness. I just realized my youngest son, on the cusp of 12, is now in the club. How can I tell? Let me show you.

He just posted this on his newly acquired Twitter feed, with a comment that states, "This deserves to be RT'd, it is so true."
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That post, his obvious mastery of Twitter, and his sweatpants (the only pants he ever wears) are suddenly too short.

Tighten your seat belts, we are about to go for a wild ride!

Monday, March 5, 2012


When my middle son was two years old, I often dressed him in a tshirt that announced "WARNING! I am two." I thought this was fair warning to others, and funny at the same time. I mean, most people know two year olds can be impulsive and mercurial. It's the way two year olds are supposed to act.

In the last few weeks I've had an almost overwhelming desire to dress the same son in a shirt that reads "WARNING! I am thirteen." Not that he would wear it. But others might need the warning because they may not remember that thirteen year olds are also impulsive and mercurial. And moody and forgetful and arguementitive. The tshirt would be useful because visually, it's a bit hard to detect a 13 year old. For my son, his braces and Bieber hair should give it away but his height and stature suggest an older, more mature young man, which is about to emerge. Any. Day. Now.