It started with a dance. That sounds familiar does it not. Most leaps from childhood into the bigger and better things of teenagehood seem to start with a dance. That is the way that our weekend began on Friday, with Monkey One’s 8th Grade Formal. M1 was slightly nervous, mostly excited and I was in a heightened state of denial. “You are seriously not 7 days away from finishing middle school, off to your first formal”, state of denial. Though he will deny it until he’s blue in the face I have a feeling Surferboy felt the hurricane winds of time whip past him as well. He looks a little ruffled compared to usual don’t you think?
8th Grade Formal
boy guy got all gussied up Johnny Cash style, wore his cool Sanuk kicks and graciously let us snap a few photos before I took him to the dance. He kept checking his watch and tapping those nifty shoes impatiently but we made it there in time for him to swagger his way in through the crowd. What can I tell you guys, that boy likes a grand entrance? Of course, curiosity got the better of me and another mom. A little peek in the door never hurt anybody right?
An hour and a half later the party was nearly wrapping up. Surferboy and I made a point to be there a few minutes early so that we could catch a glimpse of M1 and his buddies. Let me tell you, if you’re the parent of a teenager attending formal, arriving early is a must. Those ten minutes were way better than going to the movies! There were squealing girls in prom dresses and heels, Lady GaGa crazy heels! Let’s not forget the boys strutting around in their suits. Some of the girls, okay most of the girls were coming out barefoot. They couldn’t take the pain that comes with dressing to impress. Welcome to High Heels 101 ladies. Even barefoot and worn out you could tell that they were all feeling larger than life as they left the dance.
Unlike some of his friends, M1 went to the dance stag but I’ll share a secret with you guys. In one word…digits. Y’all did not hear that from me. Oy vey! It was only a matter of time.
PNO- Parents Night Out ~ Pool
While big brother was at the dance spreading his wings, M2 was hanging out with Uncle Blaine and a few buddies at the pool. Once the pool officially opens our swim team coaches put together a few Parents Night Out events for all of us deprived adults in need of some serious like minded conversation with peers. Chats about what Johnny Test has been up to can only go in so many directions. After the dance we took M1 over to party some more with M2 and the gang. Leaving DS and I until 11pm to giggle over how one evening was going to lead to some major changes in our lives. In a good way of course, watching your children grow up is always bittersweet but wonderful.
The boys didn’t quite pop out of bed all bright eyed and bushy tailed as usuall, but they still had enough energy to hit the beach.
Pausing long enough for me to snap some brotherly love before they took off looking for M1′s pals from school.
Can you guess what they were talking about while they waited for the next set to roll in?
Although the surf fun didn’t last as long as they had hoped. They had to pause and come in for some quick first aid.
Every once in a while a board decides to kiss you. Surfboard kisses can smart. Good thing this grom has a noggin made of a stone.
That would be one happy party boy smiling at y’all. Especially since mom said yes to him and his pals taking a hike down the beach to grab some lunch on their own.
Did I mention that Pancho Villa made an appearance this weekend? He wasn’t to happy about being left behind. He considers himself to be an honorary party boy. Don’t worry pumpkin you are, just not one that can walk down to the store on his own just yet.
Eventually the fun from the evening before along with 6 hours of surfing finally caught up with the monkeys. Sasquatch decided to snooze under the towel until it was time to go.
While my little cutie silently pleaded for us to skip out on the contest and head home early.
I could tell you that the big green eyes won out in the end but that would be a fib. The day ended like so…
1.) My camera battery died from 900 million photos. All that boogieing, splashing and surfing wore it out.
2.) The boys got a second wind and decided to conquer more waves.
3.) Then they got a third wind once the contest came to an end and the surfer girls were sitting on the beach. Can we say showoffs.
That’s it, our weekend in a nut shell. Minus the 12 hour recuperation period better known as Sunday, which may not be enough.
Love, hugs and Zzzzzzzzz
Shari, Surferboy and The Party Boys!