Teenager in the house

by Katie on July 14, 2009

Brandon and I invited Mason to spend one month of his summer with us. So far, there are several things we have learned with a teenager in the house.

He has extended our vocabulary. We have been exposed to words like “y’allselves” and “responsibleness”. He calls it his “Texas word choice,” and tells us not to make fun of it. We’re not sure what to call it, and we still make fun of it.

We found out fourteen-year-old boys eat twice as much as two adults combined. Or this one does anyway. By day three, we quit even asking him if he was hungry. He’s always hungry. The night we had spaghetti, Brandon and Mason both filled a large dinner plate with pasta, which equaled two or three of my servings. Then Mason went back for seconds. When he came back to the table, we couldn’t even speak. We just looked at each other with wide eyes and dropped jaws. So much for our fridge full of leftovers.

Apparently, only Rated R movies are cool. He refuses to watch Shrek 2, which Brandon and I both like. Instead, he has watched 40 Year Old Virgin, Wedding Crashers, Talladega Nights and The Sweetest Thing. Sorry Mom, but he said he’d already seen them anyway.

Mason has learned a few things about being with us in Arizona as well.

Don’t drink the irrigation water. The day we were out shoveling, I caught Mason scooping water up from a row into his mouth. I sent Brandon a message about what he was doing. Brandon replied “Not a good idea. 10 percent sewage.” My phone was in Mason’s pocket when the message came through. I just looked up and saw him spitting and wiping his tongue with his shirt.

Water is a precious commodity. At our house, anyway. Since we have to fill our water jugs at Brandon’s parents’ house, we do not empty water containers from work at the end of the day. You just add a little bit of fresh water in the morning and continue drinking it.

Actually, most things are precious commodities. I make him save his ziploc sandwich bags to reuse the next day too.

Sleep any time you get the opportunity. We have pretty crazy schedules, from overnight irrigating to pre-dawn hay work. He has caught on and no longer thinks naps are for lazy people.

Boys can wear lotion. He started asking me for it the second day he was here. He came to me and said, “Katie, look at my arms. They’re gray. And the skin is coming off. It’s so dry.” He has lotioned up every day since.

At least we’re all having a well-rounded learning experience.

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