6th Grade Crazy Hair Day...but, really, isn't every day a crazy one when you're in sixth grade?
The adolescent and I have been doing a little Jakeover in his new bedroom.
Apparently, he has not been loving my decorating techniques lo these many years. Apparently, the preppy Nantucket cottage look is not jiving with his inner rockstar/sk8erboi. So madras plaid and denim are out. Black, silver and leather are in. Yes, there are fake fur throw pillows, which have been a major source of envy among younger sibs. (Pictures coming, once we hang the black-out curtains!)
Jake has grown a lot over the past couple months. I think I tower over him by a measly inch, maybe two. When I talk to him now, I am looking straight into those baby blues. Of course, this does not mean we see eye-to-eye on much.
Bedtimes, computer time, chore time, homework time, mealtime, dental hygiene time. All continue to be a struggle of wills. Life with Jake has never been boring.
My mom and I laugh about the day Jake learned to roll over. The absolute moment he discovered that he could actually muscle his way over that bulky left shoulder and GET AWAY, he started to roll like a demon tumbleweed from one room to another. There was no stopping him. I've been chasing after him ever since. He keeps me humble and very tired.
I am proud of the way Jake has handled the big changes life has brought him lately. Not only does he have a new school and new neighborhood, Mother Nature's starting in on a more personal sort of Jakeover.
Loathe to blog about it. After all, what kind of tween-hating mom posts about curly blonde leg hair or tiny little forehead breakouts? Certainly not me! (Even though both make him look quite manly and, if I were a sixth-grade girl and not his mother, I would totally have a major crush.)
I think adolescence is just as thrilling to watch as a baby discovering how to roll over for the first time.
But twice as frightening.
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I know, seriously. It is so frightening. We are in break-out and leg hair mode around here, too. Gotta love 'em though. They're just so darn fun.
Tell me about it. My baby turned 13 yesterday. AAAAAHH!!
Enjoy all the great parts, tuck away the other parts for great stories later on, and remember to pace yourself. You have more adolescents on the way.
Just the other day, I had to put zit cream on a HUGE zit on Calebs nose. It took every ounce of strength not to just pop the little bugger. EWWW! Just wait until Jake gets hair in his pits... I can't wait to see the room!
we are in the same phase. i feel like something breaks my heart almost every single day. this phase seems to be as hard on me as it is on him. maybe harder, as he seems to have the ability to blow off most of the insanity.
i'll be checking in in about 6 years so i can handle the adolescent years with as much grace as you do. i'm already nervous.
jake is darling! (maybe he would prefer to be called something more manly.) jake is totally handsome!
Yes, it's quite a challenge when still don't wipe theirs noses well but they've got hair on their upper lip!!! Yikes!!
I love the way you describe life so perfectly.
I feel so happy, and sad, and well, basically full of awe watching my 13 year old.
I had to laugh about the demon tumbleweed. I can just envision him blazing a trail all over the house.
Oh the joys of puberty. I had two kids go through it at the same time while I was dealing with menopause. That was a whole lot of crazy.
Tween/teen age boys are my total favorite. I felt like I was on a runaway horse the whole time, hanging on for dear life, not sure where we'd end up, but totally fun ride! Jake is SO cute! Can't wait to see him in real life!
How about we do this together? I don't have acne yet (lucky girl apparently did not get my skin) but we do have eye-rolling and unexplained tear outbursts. And she HATES the clothes I buy her.
It's a whole different type of scary and fun than you ever thought possible.
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