when I tell them I really did just throw this together. This stuff is literally hanging out in my kitchen/pantry and why put chips and salsa in a designated chip/salsa bowl when you can make that shizz cute in an apple basket. Ok, I'm lying a bit, I did put in a tad bit of effort for Gabe's first bonfire because we invited our neighbors, whose children are the middle-schoolers that Gabe hangs with. We are just getting to know these peeps and everyone knows that my strong suit is not mature conversation skills. My skill is making shizz cute.
I really do have such a hard time having normal conversations, especially with people that are older than me. My go-to is being stupid or attempting to be funny, which a lot of times ends with me being stupid. And if I'm sober? Forget about it. Send me over to the tween section, that's where I belong.
Since we're new to this whole parenting gig, I don't know all the rules that go along with having a kid with grown ass friends, ya know? Like, I told the one friend he could come to the pumpkin patch with us and he got all excited but it wasn't until I woke up that morning did I think that maybe I should call his mom and ask her? I have to do these things now? Luckily I warned them that they are my trial and error parent friends and not to hold it against me.
So we grabbed some hard cider, some marshmallows and some hot dogs and invited the kids and their parents over. And although I spent most of the time following Gabe around and keeping him 36 feet from the fire, we managed to have a fantastic night around the firepit.
Oh, did you meet my own tween? This is Gabe.
And these are his friends. Funny, clever boys who give me hope that not all middle school boys are the devil's spawn. Because I seriously thought they were. So thanks dudes. And thanks for thinking my toddler is the bees knees.
Just chillin with mah friends Ma.
8 comments:
Gabe must be really cool for the older kids to let them into their crew. That's pretty awesome.
Know what else is awesome? That whole spread you got there. Dang, wish we lived in the same neighborhood! I'd have invited myself right over!
Looks like a ton of fun!
Looks awesome, duh. I am trying to convince Kase to purchase a fire pit, but he's all, "Fire is dangerous for kids! Colin could hurt himself and end up looking like Freddie Krueger!" And I'm all, but it's on my list!!!! DONT MAKE ME A LIAR!!! this is not a winning argument. Any better ideas?
Sooo cute! I wish you were my neighbor fo' sure! And I totally know what you mean when you meet a tween that isn't a punk-ass-kid, refreshing!
That looks like such a cozy get-together; I especially love the last picture :)
"My skill is making shizz cute."
Someday I will put those words on a resume. Also?
I'm always in the tween section. And I don't drink, so I cant even blame it on the alcohol, sister.
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you are so creative! and it might be no big thing for you to do something like this, but for those of us lacking your creative skills, it seems like a big thing!
also - yes, gabe is a grownup! i'm looking right now at your linkwithin on this post and 'baby smooches' is showing - he was so little!! i think i just have forgotten his baby stage and only think of him as this adorable little man. so precious - always has been, always will be :)
Oh my gosh - this is SO stinking cool! Can you call me when your next door neighbor puts his/her house up for sale? I totally wanna live near you! Best. Bonfire. Ever!
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