Gropies. They're a real thing.

I know I've blogged about this before, but music is such a huge part of my life...  Today, I lost track of how many times a huge grin spread across my face as yet another "favorite" song came out of the speakers from my "constantly on shuffle" iPod.  It's shuffling it's way through country playlists this week, but last week I had a few days dedicated solely to Eminem.  He's a genius.  Yes, I said it.  And I don't know how it happened, but as N and I were headed to the grocery store today, he started humming "Rock Bottom."

I turned to stare at him, and before I even spoke the question I was thinking, I answered it.  Someone's been hacking into my iPod/iTunes.  Also, he's getting really tall.  It's creeping me out.  Then again, he's still totally a little kid...like when we got home from the grocery store and he was on the couch literally laughing so hard he was giggling and shrieking.  I was dying!  It's so fun to see a kid who is so serious about being grown up acting like a kid.  He forgets that he still is one.

Sometimes, so do I.

BUT, before that, I had him rolling on total accident.  I have a friend, Jana, whom I absolutely adore.  She has one of the cutest kids on the planet, and I can say that without any bias at all because he's like my own kid and I typically get annoyed by them more than I like them.  He's one of the family!  Anyway, when he was a kid, he used to talk about going to the "gropy" store instead of the grocery store.  This kid would also hum the theme song to "The Banana Splits" using different tones depending on his mood.  He's pretty much awesome.  So, I told N we were going to the "gropy" store and when he looked at me weird after he snorted, I explained.  So, then he asked WHY we had to go to the "gropy" store, and I said, "To get gropies."

Y'all.  I have never seen water shoot out of someone's nose and mouth like that.  I think it even came out of his eyes.  And don't get me started on the noises I was making because I totally lost it.  After I thought we'd calmed down, he said, "I get it...everyone needs gropies every now and then." and then y'all?  He wiggled his eyebrows in a knowing way, and I lost it all over again.

Who is this child, and where did my sweet little boy who couldn't pronounce his middle name to save his life (Jo-fuss instead of Joseph for 5 years) go?  And why, in the name of all things, is he growing a FLIPPIN' MUSTACHE?!  I'm not ready for this.

He has 2 inches to go and he'll be taller than me, too...maybe that means he'll start to be loving and protective...especially when I go to the gropy store.

Aubs