Tuesday, October 28, 2008

J's been gone a little over a month and I just had the realization, Holy shit, I'm the mommy?! When my mom died, I still had J around to help with the cooking and cleaning, and the kids, and my dad helped with the kids and the dogs. I worked and avoided as much as I could. But I've been having fun with the piglets. Sometimes, now this is really weird, I miss them when they are at their dad's! We had a sleepover - 5 boys altogether - and I turned out to be the COOLEST MOM EVER!! Me, bipolar and all, can you believe it?! They were young enough that they still wanted me to hang out with them, but old enough that none of them cried to go home. We only had one injury, Big Piggie's best friend broke his toe, but he was outside, so that doesn't count. They all created MySpace pages and email me all the time, "Hey Meemaw, how's Milo & Teddy?"

So now I am getting ready for the next sleepover (boys don't call them slumber parties, jeez). I told Big Piggie he could have another one if they took Little Piggie trick-or-treating. He's going to feel so cool out with the big boys. I've got about ten different kinds of appetizers, four frozen pizzas (one is on the football team with Big Piggie), five twelve-packs of pop (all different, of course) and five bags of candy. I've decorated the whole house, bought spider and skull goblets for each of them, rented some super-scary movies from RedBox and bought some oldie scary movies, just in case one of them is chicken. I put together a whoever-falls-asleep-first-gets-it bag, full of bright make up and hair clips. The last sleepover, they covered a kid in make up, shaving cream, hairclips, but I stopped them when they got the Sharpies out. Of course, it was the innocent Catholic kid who fell asleep first, I was so afraid he would start crying and tell his mom the kids terrorized him while I took pictures. I really did, see...

I've never liked other people's kids, I really couldn't even enjoy my own, but I really love this age. Both boys are monsters, Big Piggie is my height and has huge paws, Little Piggie shares his shoes with me. Seeing my boy in the heap on the football field, I couldn't be prouder.

Isn't he gorgeous??? Little Piggie broke his hand a week before practice started, thank God! I wasn't ready for him yet, I was more worried about him running around the field in practice then getting hurt, he is a little out of shape like his mom.