I suppose its inevitable that my boys will eventually mature into men.....And for some reason I've decided that the easily observable physical signs are the hardest for me to accept. The boys however seem quite delighted with each new thing that makes them "more like dad."
Upon their return from Montana this year Austin announced that his legs were becoming quite hairy and that he was turning into a baby Sasquatch. I found this very funny and told him so. I also suggested he spend more time roaming the woods around our house just to see if his "true parents" were out there somewhere. He didn't find that very funny at all.
A few days ago Connor passed by me and caused me to wonder if I had forgotten to put my deoderant on that morning. So I casually sniffed and was relieved to discover that I hadn't forgetten, which meant......it was time to buy deoderant for the boys (which they used to refer to as "boyoderant" and loved to apply whenever Dustin was caught putting his on). I was pretty surprised that I had a hard time convincing them they needed it and even went so far as to make them smell their own armpits. The looks on their faces reminded me of someone who had to suck on a lemon knowing there will be no shot of tequila to follow. Total bummer dude.
Last of all, they will soon surpass my own hobbit-like stature and I will become the midget in my house. At only 9 years of age they are already at my shoulder so I'm forcasting another year or so before they're looking me directly in the eyes. And should they think that my vertically challenged condition equals weakness, I shall remind them that a lower center of gravity equals a much better tackle :)