Land o'Lessa

….or is this an unfortunate design choice?

Brazil’s beach vollyball’s uniforms – numbered 1 and 2… just like every other team. But their tops?

say this:

Yes. Their uniform tops say Bra 1 and Bra 2.

I’m not ashamed to say that I giggled so hard I couldn’t tell mom at first what I was looking at – then SHE giggled too.

Bra 1.
Bra 2.

BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

So, remember a whole three days ago when I posted here about the first girlfriend, and also, first kiss? Well, it seems that it wasn’t a match made in heaven. Give me a moment while I mourn. Ok, I’m done!

It seems that C wanted to talk, and in the interest of ‘preserving their friendship’ she was already ready to let this whole Dating My Son thing go. The Boy is actually handling it fine, he just shrugged and was pretty “whatever” about the whole thing. It was, after all, only a few days. This opened up some fun conversations though as we talked through it on the way to his friends house. To give you an idea of just how irreverent a mother I am, here’s how it went.

Me: So, you ok?
(Note: This is not the irreverent part. I’m not THAT heartless.)
Him: Yeah, I’m fine.
Me: Think maybe she got spooked by Z and B’s breakup and how they’re not really friends anymore?
Him: s’possible. She didn’t really say. She just wants to be sure we stay friends.
Me: Guess that’s ok. NOT Friends with Benefits though.
Him: But MOOOOOOOOOOM! (chuckle, chuckle)
Me: school starts wednesday though. Lots of new girls. Without boyfriends.
Him: yeaaaaaaah. (smirky grin that I love so much – because it’s just like mine.)

Me: You know, I think the NEXT time you get a girlfriend, you should at least be able to take her out on an official date before she breaks up with you.
Him: Yeah, that’d probably be best.
Me: Unless the kissing is just REALLY that bad…
Him: (…blush.)
Me: I meant YOUR kissing, by the wa….OW! What was THAT for?!
Him: because.
Me: harumph. Fine. We won’t discuss the quality of your kissing then. Whatever.

Me: You know, your papa will be disappointed.
Him: Why?
Me: he had a whole bunch of jokes ready with her name.
Him: awww. I’ll find him another good one.

(A car speeds by, with a couple girls waving at him – he was driving during these conversations, did I not mention that? Driving lessons will be covered another day. When my heart resumes normal speed.)

Me: someone you know?
Him: Nope. Someone I might wanna know.
Me: You’ve been broken up for THREE WHOLE HOURS… and you’re ALREADY trolling?
Him: what can I say..
Me: You DOG you. Your daddy would be SO proud.
Him: I know, huh?
Me: (groans.) I’m doomed. DOOMED!
Him: heh.heh.heh.

So there you have it. A prime example of how to talk to your teenagers. Well, if your kids are my kids, anyway. And if you were me… ok – so this is just an example of the kind of tomfoolery that happens even when we talk of semi-sensitive matters.

Just wait till you see how I handled THE talk…

…the first week of having 18 gazillion blogs to work on didn’t kill me. It made me stronger! HA! or something. In the midst of that, someone (Hi Sarah!) asked for details – you can find some more of them over here, with more to come shortly, as there’s been.. well, a development. Heh. So stay tuned for that. Yup.

(Um, someone go make sure the Nana didn’t hurt herself when she fainted, there, huh? cuz I didn’t mean it that way! not THAT kind of development!)

Then, on Friday, I took a bit of a break because I had a Very Important Visitor. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen him, and I got to spend a full 24 hours cementing myself as the Best! Aunty! Ever! a role that I am completely comfortable with. Just ask the nephews and niece that live around the corner!

We did have a clash of wills at one point, but as that poor baby learned (just like oh so many before him) – I dated his father, a McD man. I married his uncle, a McD man. AND I gave birth to a McD boy. NO ONE can out stubborn me. It was a lesson that took about 45 minutes of screaming (him) and a strong embrace (me) coupled with calm soft words (also me) and an infinite amount of patience for the little guys (stop laughing mom, that too was me!) until he realized something that all the McD men eventually have to admit…

I win.

Lucky for them, I’m usually right, too. (grin) Even so, we had a lovely day together, and I hope that he is allowed to come and visit again. I even had the Buglet come to spend the night too, so that he had a playmate about his own age. They had a little while of jealousy over the Auntie, but then they settled into playing like boys should – ie: fighting and making up and playing and infinite questions of “Where’s my friend?” followed by “OH! there he is!”

They even agreed that there was enough Auntie Lessa lap for the both of them. See?

So thanks, ya’ll for letting him come spend some time with us – let him come again soon!