Whose Birthday Is It Anyway?

Whose Birthday Is It Anyway?

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For the previous 24 hours, I have been in charge of eight children.

For the record, that group consisted of five 13-year-old boys, two 11-year-old girls and the big, goofy guy I married.

My son was ill on his birthday and the celebration was postponed to this weekend.
My daughter had a friend staying over whose parents were out of town for a medical conference.
This friend is an only child and for the duration of the birthday party, she just kind of wandered around with a bewildered look on her face.

The boys were actually quite well behaved. I was just astonished at how much room they take up now.

It wasn�t that long ago that birthday parties in my house were very different. We would have 10-12 children and their parents all sitting �criss-cross, applesauce� in the living room while I passed out graham crackers and juice boxes and even that crowd didn�t take up as much space as the group of teenaged boys.

And the noise!
Oh, the noise!
No one was angry.
There was no fighting but I�m sitting in the office, minding my own business with the two guinea pigs and one pet bunny rabbit who live there, when three of the boys decide to come upstairs.

They didn�t run upstairs.
They didn�t play leapfrog up the stairs.
They simply walked up the flight of stairs to the floor I was on.

The results were quite impressive.

The walls shook. The windows rattled. My wheeled business chair took off across the room and one of the guinea pigs became airborne.

I had no idea that three boys plus the desire to be somewhere else equaled seismic activity. Who knew?

Something must happen to teenage boys when they reach a certain age. I think their legs hollow out and become auxiliary storage units.
I can think of no other explanation for the amount of food that was consumed during their stay.
I haven�t seen that many waffles disappear since IHOP had a special.
The trashcan is filled with empty pizza boxes and we have enough empty aluminum soda cans to taunt the homeless.

But we managed.
And while I was watching them snow tube down Mt. Bachelor, packing their tubes with extra snow so as to further defy the rules of Mom and gravity, I couldn�t help but think.

�Anyone want a graham cracker?�