His friend has an armpit hair!

My oldest son went to one of his best friends' birthday party yesterday. The friend is a girl whom we have been friends with all our lives. The party was a boy/girl party and there was some serious flirting going on. The boys were trying to throw the girls in the pool and the girls were doing the high pitched squeals. It was hilarious to watch....until I realized that I was watching MY ten year old flirt. TEN! When did he start flirting with girls? It was so distressing! Then, one of his buddies came home with us to spend the night. They rough-housed, rode the go-cart, played with Nerf guns, all the things you expect ten-year old boys to do. UNTIL....the moment his friend casually mentioned to us that he had an armpit hair. You've gotta be kidding me! And he really did. He named it "Bob". He even showed it to us. It was ligitimate. We all laughed and joked with him and I pretended it was funny, but in my mind I was mortified! Could my sweet, innocent ten year old Tucker be old enough to get armpit hairs too? I do realize that it was just ONE hair and it wasn't even on my own child. I am afraid when my own child gets an arpit hair of his own, I may have to take a nerve pill. I can tell, I am not prepared.

I Think I'm a Blogger

As I sat folding laundy this morning, I was thinking back on some fun memories from my 3 boys. I wish I had written them down as they happened. I am certain that my memory has already lost so many adorable moments. I heard some other guys' words of wisdom play in my mind..."It's never too late to start something new." So, I thought, why not now? I guess blogging is kind of like keeping a diary. Only, you give away the key to whomever wants it. I'm not much of a writer. Actually, I am the only one of the 3 siblings in my family who seem to have missed out on that gift. My brother and sister are both quite eloquent in their writing ability. Not me. I can successfully write an excuse to send to school, a grocery list, and I can certainly write out checks to those who force me to pay my bills each month, but creative writing. Not so much. So, I guess this "blogspot" or whatever it's called is mostly for me. If someone else stumbles across the key and wants to read my diary, be my guest. And so begins...."memoirs of a mom".