Smells Like Pre-Pre-Pre Teen Spirit

It's 7:14 (CST) and I am exhausted.  It could have been the 10 miles I walked, or the five lawns that I raked...Oh wait - that wasn't me.  I've been pretty much sitting on my ass all day.

I think I'm still having a lack-of-energy-hangover from watching Ev and the Bubs run around like maniacs at the NU game last night.  They. Did. Not. Stop.  Not once.

They aren't misbehaved...well not in the 'push the kids over to get the toys they want' kind of way (at least not anymore.  There was that wrestling incident over a lego car when the Bubs was 18 months.  Hard labor and the withholding of Gerber Graduates Fruit Puffs took care of that.)  Admittedly, they ARE a little hard of hearing.  Unless a key word or phrase is spoken.  Like "Power Rangers,"  "Ninjas," "Dragonball Z," "Toys," "Candy," "Cookies," oh, and "Pokemon."  But if it's something off-the-wall like "BOYS!  Please stop running!"  "BOYS!  Please stay by Mommy!"  "BOYS!  Please hold the railing" - nope, not hearing it.

And to make matters worse, they are cute as hell, as showcased below:

Evan has this trick that he does with his eyes that will guarantee the girls following him around like he's the Pied Piper and they're the town rats.  Ethan holds his own...just when you think he broke the last straw..he will come close and say, "huggy??"  Awwww.

Anyway.  Strangers, acquaintances, friends and family alike will spend a slice of time with my love bugs and stagger away, uttering... "wow, your boys sure do have a lot of energy."  or "They are certainly rambunctious, aren't they?"  And to make matters worse (AGAIN), when they find an NEW adult, they put on the most fabulous act of two little boys who NEVER have anyone listen to them.  (cue Oliver Twist voice here) "Please Ma'am, may I have a'nother slice of attention??"  I feel compelled to assure my peers that the boys DO NOT spend 24 hours a day chained in a dark cell.    (Ooooh...Oscar night!  I wonder what I should wear on the red carpet!)

I don't know where they get it from.  Granted, my sister was younger than I was...I didn't have the built in playmate that my kids have to feed off of...and I DID run around when I got together with the neighbor kids or my cousins...but that kind of energy 24/7?

We need to find a way to capture it.  Spritz it on.  And bite the bullet when the someone sniffs the air around us and inquires, "why do you smell like little boys' armpits?"