Growing up so fast!!

I was talking to my sister on the phone a few days ago while sorting laundry in my room. I could hear the usual cacophonous din of my boys rough housing on the main level. The two of them together is often like the scenes from cartoons where there is just a big cloud of dust and occasionally you will see some fists and feet appear through the dust cloud, and afterward they both have dazed looks on their faces and probably cartoon stars and birds floating in circles around their heads. They have WWF style smackdowns often enough that I don't think much of it anymore. Just boys being boys.

Well, it went LOUD, LOUD, LOUD, ***silence***. All parents know that kind of build up is usually not a good sign.

Then I hear footsteps running up the stairs and toward my room. The door flies open and there is Andrew covered in red marks and welts so I am expecting a tattle, but usually when a tattle is on its way Zack is off hiding. I notice Zack has actually followed Andrew up the stairs and is standing with his "proud" look, with his hands on his hips and one foot out a little in front of the other, his head to the side with a cheesy closed mouth grin, and then he sort of hops a bit. He is also covered with red marks and welts.

"GREAT NEWS, MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!" Andrew shouts exuberantly, "Zack stepped on my face and my tooth came out!!!!!!!"

Now, are those not words that every mom longs to hear?

At this point, Zack does something reminiscent of the kind of bow Gene Wilder does in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" when he comes out to view the crowd and bows into a forward roll.


I really wish the moment was captured on video, because my little recap definitely didn't do it justice.

Then, on Saturday, I was lying down with Zack on the couch. All of a sudden he pops up and without a word walks over to the loveseat where someone had dropped the mail. He picks up a Pottery Barn catalog and a Fitness magazine. He examines both of them with great thought, then drops the catalog and starts walking away with the magazine rolled up under his arm.

It was a funny sight, so I asked him what he was up to.

He matter of factly states, "I have to use the bathroom. It might be a while. I am taking a magazine with me like grown ups do."

They grow up so fast, don't they? I mean one minute they're your little babies and the next minute they are losing teeth when someone steps on their face and heading off to the bathroom with a magazine.