New Loves (again)

I am sort of swimming in blog-topics this morning...I have a lot I feel like writing about. However, I am also basically pretty lazy, so I am taking the easy road and picking the two simplest topics to write about.

First, the fun one: Munchkin had a date last night. Yes, there is a new boyfriend in the picture, and I was a little nervous because I hadn't met him (until last night). Remember yesterday when I was all fired up because motherhood was so easy? Well, scratch that...teenagerism scares me something fierce.

I am not 100% sure how I feel about this one...he is a very nice boy, but he is older than her (only by about a year and a half, but he is two grades ahead of her) and he doesn't go to school with her, so I don't really know him. Her previous admirers were both kids from school that I sort of knew, and more importantly knew of. I imagine this is something I will have to deal with going forward...

Anyway, he lives in Wellesley, which is a really nice town west of Boston. His family has a house in the same general area as the Papa Bear Family Beach Retreat, and she met him through some of their mutual summer-friends. Big Sis was technically in charge when all of this happened, so I blame her mostly:-) Smoking Hot Roommate was in charge during the second half of the week, so she shares some of this blame, too...

Long story short, the two lovebirds had to choose between chaperones for their first date: either on or both of his parents, or me. Apparently I am the cooler choice, so I got a text yesterday that said "If CuteBoy's Mom calls you, can you go with us tonight?" Incidentally, I am having a hard time thinking of new nicknames for all of her boyfriends...I am gonna start recycling soon. So I said sure, and a little while later I got a call from the Mother in question verifying that I would indeed be around with them.

/Rant starting

To go off on a tangent, this is why I never want to live in the suburbs...because you get very old and frumpy almost immediately. Seriously, Wellesley is like 10 miles from here, and the train ride into Boston is like 20 minutes long and is MUCH safer than driving a car. But she might as well have been sending him on a trip to the moon. I am surprised she didn't send him with a First Aid kit. And I have seen this in other people who move to the suburbs...one day they are hip city people, and a week later they are shopping for snow blowers, wearing running clothes everywhere and exchanging excited gossip because a new Panera Bread is opening nearby.

/Rant done

Sorry about that. So, I promised that we would meet him at the train, which we did, and then we went for pizza. I sort of had my own date...The Boy had a softball game, and I owed a friend of mine a drink, so I had him meet me for dinner so that I wasn't totally hovering over Munchkin. Then he had to run, and the kids wanted ice cream (and yes, I am definitely one of the kids) so we did that next. After that, he came over to our place for a little bit while his father drove in to pick him up...because being on the train after dark wasn't safe. (groan...)

Anyway, he seems like a nice boy. He is really cute and polite and is very nice to her. And despite being a little paranoid, his parents seem pretty nice, too. His father is a doctor at the same hospital as The Brain Surgeon and knows him pretty well and just thought it was the funniest thing in the world that Munchkin was gonna be in his wedding in two weeks (small world, and random that they never crossed paths when they were at the beach last week).

So that's that. Munchkin seems to like him, although I don't get the impression that she is quite as smitten as she was with the first boy last winter. Maybe she is just getting old and jaded already;-) I don't know how practical it is for two kids that age to see each other that often, but we'll see. I just like to see her happy:-)

The other news is that I am turning 25 in a week and a half and I am a little apprehensive about it. I don't really know why...I just feel like 25 sounds much older than 24...it is like solidly in the mid-twenties. And it is closer to 30 than 20.... But seriously, I go to Parent-teacher conferences and Little League games, what youth am I worried about losing...lol?