A Growing Obsession

As I've recently disclosed, my sons are obsessed with armpit hair. They are also obsessed with anything that is repulsive to their mother. And you really don't want to know what they were doing at the beach today. Without clothes....

We started our co-op on Monday. This co-op never ceases to amaze me. It has close to 400 children, all homeschooled, and it runs like a well-oiled machine. When we joined five years ago, I envisioned a homeschool co-op to include lots of women wearing denim jumpers with apples on front. Bad hair and colored, folded over socks that matched their shirt and hair bows.

It's not like that.

Mind, there is the occasional apple jumper woman, but she is the exception.

Over the years, I have made friends of all sorts. I realized on Monday that I actually missed some of the co-op friends over the summer. I think I may have hugged close to 10 people on Monday. 10!!!! And I actually wanted to hug them.

One thing that is sweet is the fact that I run into a lot of the boy's teachers over the course of a day. I love to hear about my boys from another's perspective. (Well, if they had a negative perspective, I wouldn't like it though.) My friend Rachel is Jack's art teacher. She had an amazing art class and I'm not just saying that because she reads this blog...There were two art classes available for Jack to take. One, you sit and color and paint and the other, you grow and explore and create. Which one to take, hmmm? Anyway, Rachel said that they were letting the kids introduce themselves and Jack said something along the lines of, "My name is Jack-armpit hair-Price. They call me Jack armpit hair because I have a lot. And it stinks."

This is my son in whom I am well pleased...