Yesterday, I was standing outside in the front walkway, waiting for my husband to come home from work.
I do that sometimes, because I miss him all day long and by the time 4 o'clock rolls around, I can not WAIT to see him and kiss his grubby face.
So, I'm standing out there, waiting and my oldest son, Andrew, walks out to talk to me. As he's talking, I am drawn to his upper lip.
"Could it be?" I think to myself as I lean in a little closer.
"OH MY GOD, IT IS!"
He's talking and I don't hear a word he's saying.
I interrupt him.
"ANDREW JOSIAH, YOU ARE GROWING A MUSTACHE. DID YOU KNOW THAT?"
"No I'm not!"
"Yes, you are. OH MY GOD."
My son has A FUZZSTACHE!
As soon as Tony pulled up, I grabbed him by the arm and said "Look at Andrew's lip and tell me if you see what I see."
He looked. Closer.
"HA! He's starting to grow a little mustache."
"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? OUR BABY HAS FACIAL HAIR!"
I suppose I shouldn't be so shocked, considering he's had Hairy balls since 2002.
But I am. Totally shocked, happy, excited because MY BOY IS GROWING UP! Sad, because MY BOY IS GROWING UP!
I was obsessed with it all night.
"How's your 'stache?"
"Stop it mom."
"Hey, mom, do you know what my friend said while we were playing basketball yesterday?"
"Um, nice stache?"
"MOM!"
That's all I talked about all night.
His Fuzzstache.
Because that's a really big deal. I can't get over it. I want to take a picture of it, but he won't let me. Something about it being "embarassing". Whatever.
The truth is, the older he gets, the more I respect his "privacy". I don't write a lot of things I want to write about him on here anymore (except to mention HAIRY BALLS EVERY CHANCE I GET) because I feel akward doing it now that he's entering his "Teens."
That's right, in less than 2 months, "First baby will be thirteen years old.
And he will have the facial hair to prove it.
Ahh motherhood ain't it great? The hairy balls story cracked me up. I actually have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.