Naked Bongos!!!!
Thursday, January 17th, 2008 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouYesterday was the Impossible Son's birthday. He's seven now.
*pauses for Extreme Mom Moment*
Okay, I'm better now. Anyhow, he turned seven, and we had just a private, Just Us party for him. We'll have a Hoot'n'Holler for him Saturday after next, but for now, what can be cooler than sitting on the counter in your underwear, waiting for Papa to finish lighting the candles on your cake while your Mom and your big sister stand nearby? And what's better than having them sing happy birthday to you while you accompany them with your very own set of BONGOS!!! Meanwhile, the candles are melting into little pools of wax on your cake, until you blow them out!
Yes, we got Mr. Manzie a set of bongos for his birthday. Are we cool parents (or crazy, depending on your point of view) or what? The nice thing is, bongos are actually kind of quiet,compared to snare drums and such. He's quite happy with them, and he's only been asking for bongos for six months!! He wanted to take them to school, but... no.
I'm still trying to get over the fact that he's seven.
The Impertinent Daughter will be 12 in May. *boggles* Did I mention a boy called last Saturday morning? Right at ten a.m. And on my cellphone!! Hardly anyone has our number, and since she has her own (very limited) cell, it would be more likely she'd give someone her number rather than mine!
We were giggling helplessly over icanhascheezburger.com and my phone rang. I answered it and this boy said, "Is this the Impertinent One?"
Remember, I sound like a 12 (wait, sorry, Alex, a THIRTEEN) year old girl on the phone. Miss Priss actually sounds older than me on the phone!
"No," I said, turning to look at my daughter. "Who is this?"
"Eep!" he said, and hung up rapidly.
O_o!
She has no idea who it might have been, and no one at her school has said diddly-squat to her. So... we don't know!! But it has been vastly entertaining to me, both in the fact that my speculations make her throw things at me ("Oooo, maybe it was that cool new waiter at China Palace who kept dropping stuff every time you looked at him!" "Mom!" she protests and throws balled up socks at me), and in the fact that I make the Husbandly One squirm and nearly cry every time I mention it.
Yes, the Husbandly One nearly cries. He's like, "Nooooo, my baby!!! No, she can't be getting phone calls from boys yet!! She's TOO LITTLE!!!"
And Auntie wickedly says, "But, honey, she's almost twelve!"
And he claps his hands over his ears, practically wailing in protest. "My baby!! My baby!!"
Wait... isn't that supposed to be me???
Maybe one day, I'll regale you all with stories of what my dad did when I started dating. It's a wonder I even made it out of the house!! At least Miss Priss doesn't have a Marine for a dad. Dating when your dad is a Marine is like... a special kind of hell. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. You're better off joining a convent. Even if you aren't Catholic. You'll definitely see more action, that's for sure!
Well, I must head off to the track! Have a good day, y'all!
Love,
Auntie
*pauses for Extreme Mom Moment*
Okay, I'm better now. Anyhow, he turned seven, and we had just a private, Just Us party for him. We'll have a Hoot'n'Holler for him Saturday after next, but for now, what can be cooler than sitting on the counter in your underwear, waiting for Papa to finish lighting the candles on your cake while your Mom and your big sister stand nearby? And what's better than having them sing happy birthday to you while you accompany them with your very own set of BONGOS!!! Meanwhile, the candles are melting into little pools of wax on your cake, until you blow them out!
Yes, we got Mr. Manzie a set of bongos for his birthday. Are we cool parents (or crazy, depending on your point of view) or what? The nice thing is, bongos are actually kind of quiet,compared to snare drums and such. He's quite happy with them, and he's only been asking for bongos for six months!! He wanted to take them to school, but... no.
I'm still trying to get over the fact that he's seven.
The Impertinent Daughter will be 12 in May. *boggles* Did I mention a boy called last Saturday morning? Right at ten a.m. And on my cellphone!! Hardly anyone has our number, and since she has her own (very limited) cell, it would be more likely she'd give someone her number rather than mine!
We were giggling helplessly over icanhascheezburger.com and my phone rang. I answered it and this boy said, "Is this the Impertinent One?"
Remember, I sound like a 12 (wait, sorry, Alex, a THIRTEEN) year old girl on the phone. Miss Priss actually sounds older than me on the phone!
"No," I said, turning to look at my daughter. "Who is this?"
"Eep!" he said, and hung up rapidly.
O_o!
She has no idea who it might have been, and no one at her school has said diddly-squat to her. So... we don't know!! But it has been vastly entertaining to me, both in the fact that my speculations make her throw things at me ("Oooo, maybe it was that cool new waiter at China Palace who kept dropping stuff every time you looked at him!" "Mom!" she protests and throws balled up socks at me), and in the fact that I make the Husbandly One squirm and nearly cry every time I mention it.
Yes, the Husbandly One nearly cries. He's like, "Nooooo, my baby!!! No, she can't be getting phone calls from boys yet!! She's TOO LITTLE!!!"
And Auntie wickedly says, "But, honey, she's almost twelve!"
And he claps his hands over his ears, practically wailing in protest. "My baby!! My baby!!"
Wait... isn't that supposed to be me???
Maybe one day, I'll regale you all with stories of what my dad did when I started dating. It's a wonder I even made it out of the house!! At least Miss Priss doesn't have a Marine for a dad. Dating when your dad is a Marine is like... a special kind of hell. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. You're better off joining a convent. Even if you aren't Catholic. You'll definitely see more action, that's for sure!
Well, I must head off to the track! Have a good day, y'all!
Love,
Auntie
