Proof

My teenaged sons are under the mistaken assumption that their mother was a "nerd" in high school.  Take, for example, this conversation that we recently had in the car... which is exemplary of many recent conversations in the car.

Colby: "Admit it.  You were a loser in high school."
Mom: "I was NOT a loser in high school.  I had lots of friends."
Quinn: "You were voted 'most likely to be teacher's pet' weren't you?"
Mom: "Completely untrue".
Colby: "Sure mom.  I'm sure you were totally cool."
Mom: "I WAS!  And AM!  I'm a totally cool mom.  And I was totally hot."
Quinn: "You were voted 'hottest mom' in highschool, weren't you?"
Mom: "Well, not the mom part...."
Colby: "MMMhmmm.  Sure."
Mom: "You know what you're driving me to, don't you?  And it's totally your own dang fault.  You're going to make me dig out my high school year book and show you just how cool I was.  And maybe even call up some of my high school friends to PROVE to you how cool I was.  It will serve you right, to be subjected to that.  Rotten children."

Just because I was a straight A student and in band does NOT mean I was a nerd.  I find this funny, given that my boys are currently straight A students in band. They take after me more than that care to admit.

I'll say it again.

Rotten children.

Manipulating the Mama

They were supposed to be cleaning their room.  When I got home, instead I found them playing video games on the couch with their friend Angus.
Mom: "Boys!  I told you to clean your room today, and here it is, 6:00, and your room is still a mess!"
Quinn: "Well, Mom, it's like this.  Life is short. And I stopped to ask myself...'in fifty years, what am I going to remember more?  Cleaning my room?  Or spending time with good friends?"

Dang kid.

Spirit Day At School

There was some "discussion" about them wearing the same thing to school, which is an identical twin ultra-verboeten no-no.  But when you each only have one Gremlin sweatshirt, and it's Orange and Black day, you just have to roll with the fact that you're gonna look alike.  Even though they didn't like it.

His First Paycheck

Unexpectedly, this check came in the mail.  Quinn had played the organ for mass twice this past month, while the regular organist was out of town.  Whammo bammo, here comes $60.  Quinn had no idea this would be a paid gig, and he was SUPER PUMPED about this turn of events.  "I just thought I was volunteering to do it!"  Even better, I think.  But now that he knows there's moola involved, I have a feeling he'll be volunteering as a sub more and more ;).

Ahos at the Piano

How this makes my mama heart full.

Behind the wheel

They have been begging and begging and begging to take driver's ed.  The problem is, they're just too dang busy to fit it in to any kind of reasonable schedule.  Something's gotta give!  I did cave, however, and let them drive the last block or so home on our back-country road.  I've opened that can of worms.  Pity me.  Now they want to drive themselves home every day, and it's a big fight as to whose turn it is.  Most of the time we end up driving past the house, dropping one boy off, and then letting the other drive a ways in the opposite direction down the road.  Because we don't spend enough time in the car shuttling people around as it is, apparently.

I don't think I'm ready for this.

Official 15 Year Old Stats.

Trial #2 of a well-child visit, a full three months after their ACTUAL birthday, because this is when the doctor could find the time to see us.  UGH.  Here are the official stats:

Quinn, at age 15 years, 3 months:
Weight: 121.6 pounds (42nd%, up nearly 2 pounds since August)
Height: 5'10- 3/4" (that's up an inch and a quarter since August!) (87th%)
BMI 9.27%

Colby, at age 15 years, 3 months:
Weight: 116 pounds (32nd%, and down 4 pounds since August.  All that running in cross country, without upping the food intake, is making him go in the WRONG DIRECTION)
Height: 5'9-1/2" (up an inch since August). (77th%)

When I expressed my concern that my son is losing weight, while gaining significant height, because he refuses to eat at a time when he is running 5 miles every day and growing like a weed... the doctor suggested Ensure.  I can't get Colby to eat the good stuff.  He's not going to drink Ensure.  I was always told that teenaged boys will eat me out of house and home, but to be honest... neither one of them eats much at all, except junk (which is typical).  The other day at the cross country meet, Colby started blacking out, because he had not eaten breakfast, didn't eat lunch, and then decided to run in a cross country meet in 89 degree heat.  I had to literally carry him from the finish line, and force-feed him a scotcheroo… which he didn't want.  UGH.

Size 13 feet, so I am sure these boys aren't done growing yet!  Doctor said their growth spurt is about a year behind their peers, which seems about right.

Onward and upward, young men!!