For those of you not familiar with the stellar fellow to the left, this is Napolean Dynamite. He is from the famed, ever popular west of the mason dixon line (especially Utah and Idaho) movie, "Napolean Dynamite". To my East Coast friends, some of you I have shown this piece of literary movie magic, to the rest of you, you may not understand this rambling,
Napolean Dynamite is a geek in all terms of the word. The movie is about the most hilarious I have ever witnessed, but I think that is because I grew up in Utah, inc close proximity to Idaho where the movie was filmed. Napolean uses phrases like, "come ooooon, my lis are reallllly chaaaaped," when calling his older brother from school to bring him chapstick. His other phrases include, "I have really sweet skills, like numchuck skills, bow hunting skills ..." His favorite animal is a "Liger". A "liger" is his own artful creation that is a cross between a lion and a tiger. His best friend is an immigrant named Pedro. His older brother is in his mid thirties and spends his days, "chatting with sweet babes" and "training to become a cage fighter." His elder brother is about 30 lbs soaking wet, and also the world's biggest geak. Napoleans best line, "geeeeesh, goooosh!" to which he throws his head down or to the left in utter disgust. I share all of this with you ... because I am raising Napolean part II.
Drew is my 12 year-old son. Although he has absolutely no resemblance to Napolean, he has some of the same "sweet" lines. He has not created a "liger", but he has created his own world, including a club to which he and his dork friends are members. It is called, "we hate unicorns." Why do they hate unicorns? Who knows. It is the same random reason I can't get him to write anything else in his English class that doesn't involve war, killing, bayonettes and blood. He's become that weird kid we made fun of in Junior High/High School that drew dramatic pictures of wars, castles, war weapons, and in the smallest of print.
Drew's favorite phrase is Napoleanesque, "mooooooom, geeesh, gooosh!" He usually yells this, or mutters it under his breath, to which I respond, "come oooon, my lips are really chaappped!" This is met with a, "shut up." A word I would NEVER have uttered to my parents for fear of immediate retribution in the form of capitol punishment. Drew tries with all his might to navigate through the perils of middle school. However, he has managed to find his way to like minded little Napolean's that make up their own language (think liger), dress like slobs (so much for the thousands of dollars in Abercrombie, Aeropostale, American Eagle, etc his mother bought him for school), and have no idea what to think of girls, except they are wierd.
Caesar, our dog, also receives the Napolean treatment. Napolean has a Llama, we have a Shitzu. Napolean says, "come on you big lard, eat your dinner!" Drew says, "mom. what the freak, he's already fat!" when I ask him to feed and water the dog. Ask him to do a chore around the house, "moooooooom, nooooooo, I have to capture the second lair of (whatever) to get the (whatever) of the next world!" Hmmmm. If Napolean had his own laptop, no doubt he would also say such phrases. One day I caught Drew with a "secret codes and combinations" book for winning his whatever world on his whatever game on his laptop. I said, "hmmm, Drew, you are NOT living in the basement when you are 30." That was also met with a, "shut up." But, also an embarrassed hanging of the head because he knew I knew that this book was the final key to ultimate geek.
All this in mind, the one thing I can say that is relatively normal about Drew is that he is in CAP. No doubt Napolean would have not been in CAP if offered on the Idaho countryside. What is CAP? CAP is civil Air Patrol. I won't make to much fun of this organization, because it beats the hell out of boys scouts. It is mini air force, and they do NOT get merit badges for wiping their butts, or making an egg on the way to their "Eagle". Also, it's cheap. Don't get me started on the public fleecing of the BSA. The little CAP's train to be in the military when they are big. They help in natural disasters, they have line and rank, and Drew's commanding officer is a girl ... this, I love. Oh, and Drew isn't a moron like Napolean. For better or for worse, he is smart ... gifted and talented smart. Which is great, but only provides me with more fodder. The nest two weeks he and Bradyn are attending Gifted and Talented Camp. I call it Nerd Camp ... Drew is not amused.
We're hoping Drew grows out of the Napolean stage. We have made him watch the movie, repeatedly, and he still hasn't made the correlation. Maybe when he's older. For now, we will suffice loving our little unicorn hating, computer hacking, middle school navigating, mini Napolean. Love you Drew. - Mom
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May 19, 2010
12 ... the googly years
This is Drew. I think he was almost 11 years old in this picture. I caught this "moment" shot of him when he wasn't looking ... most pictorials I have of Drew are either taken through threats, "Drew, you will smile in this damned picture, or I WILL take away your cell phone." Or, the pieta' de resistance', "Drew, if you don't smile while sitting on the large ostrich on the carousel at the Zoo, I am SO posting this photo on your facebook page!"
Admittedly, I am treading uncharted waters here with three boys ... and Drew is the "oops, our bad, we really screwed that one up" new parenting skills child. I had a sister that was closest to my age. Girls, I can handle. That is predictable nonsense. Girls fight over petty crap, hold grudges, and whine. Of course my sister and I also lapsed into physical violence if the occasion/grudge was so heinous we flew into rages of hair pulling fury. Okay, second thought, grateful for boys. Boys fight over petty crap too, but it is physical mind numbing screams, lashes, punches, and sometimes, "I hate your gutts!" is thrown into the mix. But, it only lasts a few minutes, and Jon and I pretty much stay out of it unless someone draws blood. And even then, it has to be alot of blood, like maybe a trip to the ER alot of blood. Any less, and we shrug our shoulders and say, "well, you probably deserved it."
Back to Drew. I love Drew. As he gets older, our relationship is getting more casual. His timing is a little "off" on some of his sarcasm, and Jon and I have to pull the reins in if he gets out of control. It's a, "Drew, you're 12, that would be super funny if you were 18, it's just obnoxious when you're 12." Drew is not unlike any other googly 12 year-old boy trying to find his place in the world. His love of all things Abercrombie has changed to Pac Sun (he thinks he is a skater now). His alliances change in friendships, and he functions in the mean and nasty world we call middle school to the best of his ability.
In order for Drew to tread these heinous waters, I spend alot of time on the phone with "Uncle Josh". Josh is my only brother, but so many years behind me in age that I was married and out of the house before he was really entering into his teen years. Uncle Josh provides saavy wisdom like, "Cort, if you
ground him for stupid shit, he's going to keep doing it. I promise." "Oh yeah, you should give him a pass on that one!" Or my personal favorite, "he's a 12 year-old boy Cort, he's going to like girls, even if he doesn't really clue on on what to do with that whole situation."
Fortunately the situation, which I can only assume means the kissing of the lady friends has happened one time. Sorry Mom, yes, Drew has kissed a girl. Of course, this was in New Hampshire, when he was 10 (God help us all) with a little "tart" that was overly aggressive accompanied by a mother who couldn't comprehend WHY I wouldn't let Drew take her daughter on a date. After all, they were 9 years-old at the time. That has to be dating age, right? The kiss was in said "tarts" tree house, and I am sure very romantic. Gross.
Ahhhh, Drew. In closing about my 12 year old son, which I hope one day he will read this when his 12 year old DAUGHTER (yes, I jsut cursed him with a mouthy, whiney, hair pulling daighter) is driving him batty, a few one liners/experiences where Drew and I "bond".
1. About once a week I drop Drew off at school because Jon ahs an early morning meeting. On day one of this adventure, as we pulled into the car pool lane, Drew looks at me, scowls, and says, "you better get your I love you's out of the way now before I get out of this truck." I wasn't hurt, as much as laughing on the inside that he was so concerned my amore' for my son might reach the overly sensitive ears of his possey. So, as any good mother would do, I sang, repeatedly, before he exited the car, "I love Drew, yes I do! I love you I love you I love you, yes I do!" repeatedly. He can't deny I saw a little grin. As he opened the car door (sure that my singing was over) I squeeled in delight, "Hey, Drew Eldridge, I love you, remember who you are!" That received a scowl of death. But, he didn't stab me in my sleep.
2. Drew went through the drive pharmacy with me a few months ago. It was a Walgreen's, and the drive up is sort of like a bank drive through. As the lady asked over the microphone, "can I help you?" Drew screams back from the passenger seat, "yeah, do you sell weed here, is this a dispensary!?!" (We live in Colorado, home to legalized marijuana and Boulder (home to over 100 dispensaries at last report) is the town next door. John Denver wrote rocky mountain high, not becasue of the beautiful rocky mountains, it was in reference to the contact high we all recieve when we open our front doors.) I told the lady to ignore Drew, as he had missed his medication that day, had tourrette's syndrome, and couldn't be trusted. THEN, if that wasn't enough, Drew starts squeeling curling into "armadillo position" and rocking back and forth saying, "make the bad people go away, make the bad people go away mommy." Hells bells. I was trying not to laugh, simultaneously wanting to beat the hell out of him. The pharmacist was NOT amused.
3. While my verbal cues of affection as I drop Drew off at school are not appreciated, I decided this morning I would show him my love through Dance. As we entered the drive through of the middle school carpool lane, I opened the sun roof, and began to boogie to lady ga ga. First, the lasso. Second, the sprinkler. Third, the "do I hear a fax coming in?!" fax move. Drew was staring at me in abject horror as I danced my butt off as much as I could strapped down in my seat belt. I asked Bradyn to join me, but he said his moves required he be out of his seat belt because they were sweet moves. Drew glared, told me his life was over, (but I swear I saw a grin), and said, "noone, nobody, not one person should see you dancing!" So, I said, "oh honey, should mommy get out of the car and drop, pop, and lock it?" He screamed, "what the hell is wrong with you? (we let hell and damn slip from his tongue if the moment requires) Yeah go ahead, then I will get suspended, and not graduate from 6th grade!" It was all I could do to NOT exit the vehicle and show my sweet, sweet moves. He loves me, he knows it.
4. One day I threatened to back hand Drew. He was in the passenger seat, being his mouthy self, and I threw my hand sideways in a threatening, "I will do it" sort of way and he flew into a curled up ball and screamed, "ARMADILLO!" What the heck. I burst into laughter and said, "that's a new one, is that what you do at school when the 8th graders come around?" I can't recall the exact words he used, but I think he said something about this being a tactic for survival.
5. Drew babysits his brothers sometimes. I must admit, he is a great big brother when he isn't slamming Bradyn's head into the couch, wall, or whatever is closest to the battle. He really is good with Caden, and it makes me a proud Mom. One day I had an appointment and Drew was in charge. It was one of his first in charge moments ... I returned home to find Caden a little "wired". Then I noticed this strange red sticky substance all over the kitchen floor. What? Yes, it was red volt mountain dew. Drew informed me he gave Caden some out of his cup, and Caden liked it so much he put it in his sippie cup ... twice, since he downed the first sippie so fast.
6. If you are racially offended, stop reading. Remind yourself this is the rantings of a 12 year-old with little tact and even less knowledge of being politically correct. Drew wants a new skateboard. I told him he had to earn the money for one. I suggested he mow the lawn every week, and his Dad and I would give him $10/week. He started squeeling (yes, he squeels, just like a girl), in abject disgust, "yeah right, what do you think I am? I am NOT a $1 burrito! I will not mow the lawn for $10/week!" The $1 burrito comment was a new one I hadn't heard from him. I'm not sure, sort of, what it meant, I can only assume it is a reference to migrant workers. Oh Drew. I informed him he was mowing the lawn anyway, pay or no pay, and the taco stand up the street sold burritos (delicious burritos I might add) for way more than a dollar so he needed new material.
Drew, I love you son and I hope you see 13. Please remember to keep your grades up because your Dad and I are saving any college money for future therapeutic treatments you will assuredly need in your college years when the world stops making sense and you blame everything on your parents. A scholarship would be best.
Jul 20, 2008
Row, Row, Row the Boat ...
Our friends have a boat ... a really fast boat that keeps the boys entertained by dragging them all over the lake on this large tube. The adults stay entertained driving the boat seeing who can knock the boys into the water first. So far, Jon is the best driver, Bradyn is fearless, Drew is learning fear, and Mark is a ham BEGGING to go faster AND trying "tricks". Yes, the adults have been on the tube as well. I think Mark and Jon hold the record for longest time without falling.
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Caesar, aka the "CAT", donning his baseball opening day attire.






















