I am concerned about future interaction with my children. At this point in my life I am the all-knowing-all-seeing-mother-of-the-world.

I see that changing fast. SUPER fast. The kids are already hitting me with questions that, quite frankly, I can’t answer. Technical questions. SCIENCE questions.

I am just going to go ahead and be honest with you – science was not my best subject in school. Truthfully, I squeeked by. Barely.

And although I would consider myself a morning person, science questions thrown at me before noon unravel me faster than anything.

For example, the other morning the Jedi approached me with this little inquiry:

“Mom, what does DNA stand for?”

“Who?”

“DNA, Mom. What does it stand for? What IS it?”

“Um, DNA?”

“Yeah. DNA. For real?” (As opposed to what? For NOT real?)

Okay, I won’t lie. I had to Google it. Google, by the way, is my favorite modern day invention. (Besides chicken nuggets and Splenda.)

“DNA stands for DeoxyriboNucleic Acid.”

“What? What’s THAT?”

(Google, Google, Google…) “It is the genetic material of a cell.”

“What is a cell?”

(Oh, man! For the love of Pete… Don’t know that one either. Googling…)

“A cell is the very smallest unit of living matter. All living things including plants and animals are made up of cells. Cells are made of atoms, which are the smallest units of matter. There are many different kinds of cells….” (At this point he is bored and totally not listening to me but I am fascinating myself.)

“Okay, okay. Thanks, Mom. Sheesh.”

SHEESH!? I think it is worth repeating – Young Jedi is eight. Eight! (I’m in for a ride, aren’t I?) For the record, he thought DNA stood for Deadly Nicotine Apple. (Tee hee hee!  I love it when I am smarter….)

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There is something you need to know about me – I am a mom of male children. That is incredibly important for you to know going forward. The reason why it is important is because it is the framework for my life. I am surrounded by testosterone.

Wanna know why my blog has so much pink in it? Mom of boys. Wanna know why I am obsessed with running? Mom of boys. Wanna know why I am living a life of chaos and confusion? Well, you get my point.

For the purposes of blogging about my children, I tend to call them by the nicknames Tiny Ninja and Young Jedi. There are a couple of reasons for this – the first is just in case there are any crazies out there… and the second is because it just FITS them.

Tiny Ninja is my oldest. He is in third grade. Like any good childhood Ninja he is skilled various different types of combat like:

• Refusing healthy food items
• Rebuffing my continued pleas to tidy his room
• Rejecting the notion of bathwater

Remarkably, he has also mastered the Ninja skills of stealth and silence at an early age. This is especially useful when stealing cookies and other inappropriate food items right before dinner.

Young Jedi is in second grade. And like any good Jedi, he knows everything about everything. Just ask him. He is wise beyond his years. Traditionally Jedi Masters use the FORCE to fight for peace and justice. Mine is no different. He can routinely be found using FORCE as well as being outspoken regarding fairness and how it relates to his own life in the universe:

• “Hey, he got more time on the video game!”
• “That’s not fair! It is my turn.”
• “They have more soda than me!”

Welcome to my world.

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