We've been a little busy around here the past few weeks. Between hockey and horseback riding and daily living, throw an event like Homecoming into the mix and Mr. Musky and I dream about our summer living arrangement.
Warms my heart. He's one of Jake's good buddies on the hockey team. I could adopt him, he's so stinkin' cute. And sweet.
The parade kicked off our homecoming week. Wednesday brought us a highly amusing form of viewing entertainment.The Powderpuff Football game.
Luckily, based on sheer numbers, my girl and her friends were only in on a couple of plays.
Watching this game made me grateful I never played Powderpuff football. I conveniently contracted mono my junior year, then moved away, and I don't recall my new high school holding this barbaric event. Or I suddenly came down with a case of measles and miraculously recovered the next day.
These three have been best of buds since elementary school. At one point during her freshman year, I told Kahley that life can be wicked, and to not be surprised if their friendship doesn't stand the test of high school.
I couldn't be happier to be more wrong on that one.
Which brings us to...Saturday night, and the big dance. Both kids attended, elevating my planning and logistic skills to new levels. Jake started the night early, heading over to a friend's house for pictures at 4:00.
Kahley wasn't even into her dress yet, so this is all I've got in terms of sibling pictures.
The freshmen decided it was best to all take pictures together...because motivating over 30 adolescents and 40+ parents into position is as easy as herding feral cats. Not.
I let the host mom (bless her heart) do the shouting. And the hosting. And the feeding of the teenagers.
"Will you go to Homecoming with me? Circle: Yes No."
Now boys must "creatively" ask a girl to the dance. At a minimum, they must procure a giant poster board and dump glue and glitter on it leaving a trail of tears for the mother. The mother who must wake up in the wee hours of the morning to drive him to school so he can humiliate himself in front of all his friends while carrying balloons and flowers and teddy bears as he wears a Santa suit and asks "Will you go to Ho Ho Homecoming with me?"
Barf. It's ridiculous, I tell ya. Just pick up the darned phone and ask the girl out already.
Instead, Jake declared a no-go on the date and got a soda during the one slow song they played. He danced with his friends to Iggy I-G-G-Y and rapped alongside Nicki Minaj to the modern-day version of "Baby Got Back." And he behaved like a monkey at the restaurant because he didn't have a date to impress.
I was grateful because glitter won't line my floor for three months and I didn't have to shell out 25 bucks for a wrist corsage that is ditched at dinner because it's a pain in the ass to eat with flower petals falling into your food.
Taylor is one of his best friends. Whenever I ask, "Who are you texting?" 95% of the time it's Taylor.
I introduced myself to a couple of mothers and found some gems who would drive him to the restaurant and then to the dance, and then from the dance to an after party. I held a quick conversation in my head, justifying that I wasn't sending my kid off with strangers and it was completely safe for him to get in the car with people I just met 30 seconds ago, so I dashed off to get things in order for Kahley and her friends.
When she came downstairs, I had to take a little step back.
As are her friends' brains.
It is so fun to see your kids and their friends grow up into (usually) mature mini adults.
And what's truly remarkable? Nothing broke in my house. Not one cup, glass, dish...nothing.
Oh well. Despite the creeping hemlines, they looked cute and had a great time.