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This week finds the boys home from Cub Scout summer camp, and after almost a week with them back I have almost caught up on laundry but they are nowhere near caught up on sleep. It hasn't really slowed them down, it just makes them slightly crankier which is always loads of fun. I take some comfort in knowing they save this moodiness for their Momma, since the receptionist at the dentist today told me and the other people waiting that my boys are "absolute angels" and at one point described them as "Stepford children." I checked to make sure they had my chart right and weren't thinking I was someone else. Lord knows I don't need to go in for a cleaning and come out with a root canal, am I right? But no, she actually meant Gavin and Gabe, which means clearly they are capable of being good. They're just rarely willing.
Anyhow, Cub Scout camp. We already discussed that this is a chunk of time without Momma. We all know it's great for little boys to have time with their dads, and this is no exception. They always come back exhausted and happy (and crusted in dirt/mud/and what turns it turns out might be poison oak), but they rarely have the energy to tell me about it right away which means I base a lot of what I imagine they did on the pictures I make the cop take for me. He rarely disappoints, and I will say the difference in DAD parenting and MOM parenting is never more abundantly clear then when they return from these kind of trips.
Some examples:
Rock climbing with Mom: "OK, but nothing taller then one story. Just bouldering ok? Make sure your hand holds are good...DON'T let go until you have a good grip with your other hand..."
Rock climbing with Dad: "Awesome! You should ABSOLUTELY do it blindfolded!"
Bike riding with Mom: "Let's make sure it's pretty level. Do you have all your gear on? Remember, ride conservatively - be super cautious of everyone around you too...and don't ride too close together...you might bump into each other."
Bike riding with Dad: "Your Mom says I have to make you wear the helmet. The track's that way. Have fun." Oh, and based on some of the pictures that came back, he may also actually encourage them to hunt one another for sport. In retrospect, getting Gav the spiked Mohawk helmet may not have been a great idea...
Anything with projectiles with Mom: "Really? Does that seem like a good idea? Gavin, Gabe knocked out your tooth with a baseball at one point, and he was five...the velocity couldn't have been all that impressive. And once you broke your back falling off the bed! I mean, do we need to be using weapons that launch things at eye gouging speeds? It's all kinds of trouble, is all I'm saying..."
Anything with projectiles with Dad: "We should do all the things! ALL. THE. THINGS!!!"
Open fire with Mom: "Really? Are we doing this? I need a drink. GET AWAY FROM THE FLAMES!!!!"
Open fire with Dad: "Well, I suppose if it's burning you're too close. Sure, you can light that on fire."
That's ok though, I make nerdy look good.
And now, I have to sign off. The Wild Boys just walked by with what they were affectionately referring to as a "travelling arsenal" that looked like a giant bag full of nerf guns. Before they manage to break windows I have some downer Mom nagging to do.
Until next time, happy camping from La Casa!
This week finds the boys home from Cub Scout summer camp, and after almost a week with them back I have almost caught up on laundry but they are nowhere near caught up on sleep. It hasn't really slowed them down, it just makes them slightly crankier which is always loads of fun. I take some comfort in knowing they save this moodiness for their Momma, since the receptionist at the dentist today told me and the other people waiting that my boys are "absolute angels" and at one point described them as "Stepford children." I checked to make sure they had my chart right and weren't thinking I was someone else. Lord knows I don't need to go in for a cleaning and come out with a root canal, am I right? But no, she actually meant Gavin and Gabe, which means clearly they are capable of being good. They're just rarely willing.
Anyhow, Cub Scout camp. We already discussed that this is a chunk of time without Momma. We all know it's great for little boys to have time with their dads, and this is no exception. They always come back exhausted and happy (and crusted in dirt/mud/and what turns it turns out might be poison oak), but they rarely have the energy to tell me about it right away which means I base a lot of what I imagine they did on the pictures I make the cop take for me. He rarely disappoints, and I will say the difference in DAD parenting and MOM parenting is never more abundantly clear then when they return from these kind of trips.
Some examples:
Rock climbing with Mom: "OK, but nothing taller then one story. Just bouldering ok? Make sure your hand holds are good...DON'T let go until you have a good grip with your other hand..."
Rock climbing with Dad: "Awesome! You should ABSOLUTELY do it blindfolded!"
Bike riding with Mom: "Let's make sure it's pretty level. Do you have all your gear on? Remember, ride conservatively - be super cautious of everyone around you too...and don't ride too close together...you might bump into each other."
Bike riding with Dad: "Your Mom says I have to make you wear the helmet. The track's that way. Have fun." Oh, and based on some of the pictures that came back, he may also actually encourage them to hunt one another for sport. In retrospect, getting Gav the spiked Mohawk helmet may not have been a great idea...
Anything with projectiles with Mom: "Really? Does that seem like a good idea? Gavin, Gabe knocked out your tooth with a baseball at one point, and he was five...the velocity couldn't have been all that impressive. And once you broke your back falling off the bed! I mean, do we need to be using weapons that launch things at eye gouging speeds? It's all kinds of trouble, is all I'm saying..."
Anything with projectiles with Dad: "We should do all the things! ALL. THE. THINGS!!!"
Open fire with Mom: "Really? Are we doing this? I need a drink. GET AWAY FROM THE FLAMES!!!!"
Open fire with Dad: "Well, I suppose if it's burning you're too close. Sure, you can light that on fire."
When it all comes down to it, I know the cop is way more fun as a parent. Look at this stuff. For reals. I ALSO realize what a walking heart attack I'd be at camp, and I am SO thankful he's into this stuff because I'd make it about 20 minutes before I'd start stress projectile puking. Apparently that's the kind of sissy stuff that gets you a bad reputation at camp. I'm destined to just be the nerd parent forever.That's ok though, I make nerdy look good.
And now, I have to sign off. The Wild Boys just walked by with what they were affectionately referring to as a "travelling arsenal" that looked like a giant bag full of nerf guns. Before they manage to break windows I have some downer Mom nagging to do.
Until next time, happy camping from La Casa!
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