This first post is long overdue. I have been in my new living situation for more than 8 months already even though my other house just sold in December. What started out as a simple week's vacation to California to have Tracy meet my family became the beginning of her and i living together. Some may think it to be a quick move - after only dating for 6 months, but everything seemed to naturally progress. In the end, the move from my 2000sq ft house to a 20X15 ft room in the basement of her Mom's house is the best thing that i've ever done in my life. Moving in with Tracy meant moving in with her family. I might have simplified my digs but i gained riches in life, love, laughter...and, oh yeah...the kids!
Three boys. Good boys. At the time, ages 19, 12 and 9. The 19 year old is on his own path now so most of these stories will be of "the boys" - Devin now 13, Brad now 10. My first statement to being around "the boys" all the time is "Wow" followed closely by "What the hell was that?".Noise, the constant noise...movement, the constant movement...questions...OMG, the questions....and smells and sounds. What is it about farting noises that puts the giggles into a 9 & 12 year old? Lucky for me that my sense of smell is not very good and i get the pleasure of not smelling what i have literally seen clear a room of bystanders - including the .
I love these boys like they were my own and after spending quailty time with each i feel blessed to have them in my life. However, being a new co-parent has it share of foul balls for me. I don't yell (yet) but somehow my logical reasonings of why they shouldn't kick each other in the junk don't seem to be sinking in. I just haven't gotten to the place of hollaring at them...but i'm getting close. By the way, having to even say "junk" in the twig and berries context is new vocab for me. It also warrants giggles.
Here is what i learned in the first month of living with them. Wrestling on cement is just another way for brothers to say I love you to each other. Band-aids are in the clear plastic tub. Stomach aches are not always real - especially at bed time. Devin should never eat beans - EVER! Talk of poop, farts, blood, guts, guns, video games, and Family Guy ARE the preferred topics of choice at dinner with them.
Stay tuned for more...it gets funnier.
