They Grow Up So Fast...

I knew this day would come sooner or later I guess, but admittedly, I was hoping for later. Family and friends record the date, as my sweet little Michael has officially hawked his first loogy.

It was a gold medal in the loogy Olympics kind of a loogy might I add, so perfect in fact I've decided the ability to produce such a thing must just be hardwired in the Y chromosome, as I don't recall him ever being in the presence of a proper loogy hawking demonstration - not on TV or otherwise.

If not, maybe he's a loogy savant or something, I don't know, suffice it to say one minute he was singing the Star Wars theme song and whistling through his missing two front teeth, and the next the kid was picking up his ball to run onto the soccer field, shoving it under his arm, then turning his head over his left shoulder to let her go. I thought it was the sound of a squirrel fight or something there at first, but nope, that bottom of the lungs scraping hwwaaaak of horribleness came out of my adorable little boy.

I think it's all down hill from here too isn't it? Next he'll be scratching right? That's how the man hierarchy goes? First it's projectile snot launching and then scratching? Ugh I'm not ready for all this. Do you know he's even developing this cheeky little charm thing (interestingly enough, at the same time as his ability to manipulate phlegm)? He tripped just gloriously at practice the other day and muddied himself all to hell - so much so he looked like he'd just finished a rugby match by the time this practice was over. When we got to the car he commented on how spectacularly filthy he was, and I told him, "Yep, if you're all dirty at the end it means you played a good game..." to which he grinned all devilishly and replied, "No mama, it doesn't mean I played a good game, it just means I fell... hwaaaaaak".

Sigh. They grow up so fast.