Yep. That's about right.
Lindsey asks at least once a week when she can wear make-up. I tell her, every time, that she can start wearing (some, a little) make-up when she's in 7th or 8th grade. Or did I say fifteen? I guess she's trying to find a weak spot in my argument. Which can't be that difficult to do since I can't remember exactly what I told her. When it feels right, Lindsey! For her, that time is now. The last time she asked I said I'd add a year if she kept asking. That was yesterday. She hasn't asked in 24 hours. She did, however, come home from a sleepover with mascara on. She and her little friend probably swiped the Mom's mascara in the wee hours of the morning to get themselves all Honey-Boo-Boo'd up. I noticed as soon as she came home and she was all, "HOW DID YOU KNOW?" It's good to let them know every once in awhile: Mom knows allllllllllll.
William. William's sprouting dark hairs along his upper lip. Steve and I have this conversation, weekly at this point, shave or bleach? It's not such a conversation, really. Steve could care less. Me, however, I'm in the bleach-camp. If he starts to shave, he'll have to keep shaving! Bleaching is the answer, it's not growing fast! Steve says no one bleaches their son's upper lip hair. How does he know? Can you see men, shooting the breeze in the lunch line asking, "Hey Bob, so uh, you bleach Jay's upper lip hair yet? Nah? Shave? Ok." NO. And furthermore who says it's wrong just because, as he claims, no one does that. So far, we've done nothing, but I routinely want to take a magic eraser to his upper lip. They work on nearly everything, why haven't I considered this as a viable third option? Either way, it's remaining at this point. Just this dirty little upper lip that I have a hard time not focusing on when we talk.
And attitude. We've got attitude. The other night we had a movie night. Steve had brought blankets and extra pillows in and everything and made the room all cozy for movie night. Once the movie ended, he asked that they grab a blanket, a pillow, whatever, and put it back where it went on their way out. Lindsey exclaims, "EVERY TIME I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING WHEN I'M REALLY TIRED IT TAKES ME FOREVER TO FALL ASLEEP." It was emphatic, dramatic... lunATic (I'm really trying to make lunatic rhyme with the other two.). It was hilarious. And William. He acts all aloof if he's being disciplined sometimes. Which makes you want to scream, you know? Oh, he DOESN'T CARE DOES HE? Well then let's take this crazy train UP A FEW NOTCHES.
Body odor and hair growth and makeup-requests and drama aside, they are really funny and cool and still, praise be, think we're pretty funny and cool too. They still want to hang out with us and go places with us and I know those days are numbered. You know, we've seen the other side. The side where they turn into a crazy-person-grump also known as teeeeeeenager. NOT NAMING ANY NAMES. But, we pray and hope and wish that they will come out on the other side... alive, mostly unscathed, and hopefully, most of all, still loving us.
It's a journey, ain't it?
(And, I feel like my days of being able to write about William and Lindsey on this blog are dwindling fast. You know, besides the boring stuff. So, I need to get it all out while I can. Make-up and mustaches lead the charge!)