We adults were all sitting in the living room having adult conversation when the boy walked up to the area but kinda hung back to the side. Our friends have a lovely large house with a fairly open floor plan and little furniture and the rest of the kids were playing some sort of complex game involving hiding from each other, slamming doors, and a bunch of nerf weaponry. This boy was acting kinda squirrelly, turning back around a few times yet returning to where we were. After about five minutes, he blurted out "I have a crush on one of the girls up there."
I knew in a nanosecond which girl he was talking about. This girl:
The one who's smart, and pretty, and funny, and can burp her ABCs and slap on a headlock with the best of the boys. The one who has to be coerced into actually using shampoo and soap when she showers. The one who doesn't mind bugs, getting dirty, who loves to go fishing and ride her bike, who shrieks in terror if a hairbrush gets within two feet of her head. That one.
Our friend, the father of the birthday boy whose party this was and the homeowner, started to get a little worked up, but he couldn't really get his thoughts out while the words rushed out of the boy's mouth "I don't know her name."
Little Man leaned over the railing overlooking the living room and said "It's Trout!" and started to get worked up to tease and I told him to stay out of it. Our friend continued to bluster a bit when BigDaddyFish looked up at the boy and said mildly "So tell her."
Our friend stopped mid sentence and looked back and forth between me and BDF and I chimed in "Yeah, tell her." I figured that would end that, because I figured no 12 year old boy would have the nerve to walk up to the girl he was crushing on and tell her that.
"Well, does she have a cell phone?" he asked.
"Nope, and she won't anytime soon, either," I answered. BDF encouraged the boy to go tell her, and he wandered off. I think our friend thought we were nuts.
Trout told me later that he asked her if she had heard the conversation. She had, so he didn't need to tell her.
We let her exchange phone numbers with him - our landline, so we're supervising at all times. So far, he's called once to ask us to let him know when we are going over to our friends' house again so he can go over and see her - he's a neighbor and friend of our friends' oldest son, who just turned 12. Trout called him once to tell him about lightning striking right next to our car. That's the best they can do living 40 miles away from each other and lacking their own cell phones.
Otherwise I might worry. As a friend who knew me back then once said, "Remember what you were like when you were 12?"
I remember. I'm not quite ready for this. But I gotta hand it to the kid, I was a pretty, um, forward girl and I might have been gutsy enough to send a note to a boy I was crushing on at 12, but I certainly didn't have the cojones to walk up to his parents and tell them. That takes some fortitude.
That night, as I passed by her room at bedtime, I peeked in her door and there she sat on her bed, brushing her hair.
Whoo boy. I'm really not ready for this.
Last week BigDaddyFish called me to say he was taking thursday and friday off and we were going camping. Great! I need a vacation. Except, planning and executing a camping vacation over the fourth of July on short notice while also maintaining the house and taking care of the kids when he was out of pocket at work wasn't exactly what I had in mind as relaxing. However, after a bit of gnashing of teeth things managed to come together and we headed to Janes Island State Park on the Chesapeake Bay.
I was worried as all hell about going someplace so water oriented with four kids who can't swim, one of which being Nemo, who is wild and knows no fear whatsoever. Consequently, we spent a lot of time with him like this:
The staff at the park were gracious enough to loan us a life jacket so that I was a bit less anxious that dire things would result when he inevitably toppled over into the bay/sound. Thankfully he never did.
Nemo wholeheartedly approved.
The terrapin tank.
I hate snakes, worms squick me out, and pretty much anything without feet or fins gives me the willies, so I wouldn't touch it. BDF tried to get it off the hook but he said it was too slimy, so we ended up cutting the line and letting it go. The whole rest of the day whenever anyone saw us with our fishing poles they asked "Catch anything?" and I'd tell them I caught an eel, and every single one responded with "Well, where is it? That's good eating." Blech.
It looks like I'm wearing extremely strange leg warmers on only half my leg. It's only just now not hurting anymore.
We've been back for a week and still haven't finished unpacking. It'll probably take another week just for me to catch up on sleep. All in all, it was worth it, and despite the bugs, we're probably going to go back again sometime. Maybe in January.