One Down, Three to Go

Boy Two turned 12 a couple of weeks ago and due to early Saturday morning basketball games and bone-chilling cold, we just got around to having his annual birthday sleep over last night. He’d held out hope that he and 6 of his closest friends would be able to go to the outdoor skateboard park but it rained. Dern.

Instead we stayed at the house and I fed them insane amounts of pizza, chips, and carbonated beverages. If y’all remember, we turned the garage into a playroom a couple of years ago so I locked their caffeinated selves in the Man Cave. Other than the occasional sonic boom of a kid being thrown against a wall, they were actually pretty calm. The smell coming out of that room this morning though? Not so calm. Think locker room with a side order of methane and you have what I hope this room will smell like a week from now.

At 2 a.m. I decided to be an uncool mom and make them all go to bed. I let them stay up so late thinking they would sleep until at least lunch. Fail. They were up at 6:30 a.m. I laid in the bed in denial until they all started singing a medley of Pants on the Ground and Taylor Swift’s ‘You Belong to Me’. Something about a bunch of pre-pubescent boys with squeaky voices hitting that sour high (can’t you SEEEE-EEEE-EEEEE you belong with MEEEE-EEEE-EEEE) note was definitely more effective than any alarm clock I’ve ever had.

Breakfast was actually pretty great if I do say so myself. My MIL got us a belgian waffle maker for Christmas that I absolutely love so I cranked out 12 gigantic waffles, fried 3 lbs. of bacon, threw it in the trough and backed away quickly before I lost a limb in the frenzy. One of the boys grabbed a fist full but thought better of taking it all when the others started growling. Like really. They were growling.

Note to self: Buy more bacon.

So one more of the once per year extravaganzas has passed and the next for Boy One is coming up in a couple weeks. He turns 14. What kind of stuff do y’all do for birthdays as your kids grow beyond the party hat/pinata age?

Whatever we do, I’m hoping these guys have realized Pants on the Ground’s 15 minutes were up 20 minutes ago.

And they don’t serenade me with Taylor before noon.

(And that I find an awesome sale on pork products.)