To Gleek or be caught Gleeking

Okay, so the first time I heard this word was tonight around the bonfire. Yes, I asked. When there is a moment that your teen decides to ivolve you in a chat about something it is wise to be ready. I was not.
Actually, I hear Brian whine, "Mom! Cory is gleeking me!"
Me: eyebrows going up.."what?"
Cory engaged in laughter slowly turning into hysterics, as Brian starts again, "MOM! CORY IS GLEEKING ME!"
Sweetie is amused, Cory is showing off how wide his mouth can actually open when engaged in laughter. A frustrated Brian explains to me that Cory is spitting on him.

According to http://www.wisegeek.com/ Gleeking is: "In the world of competitive spitting, gleeking would be considered a stealth fighter. Gleeking is actually an acquired skill in which the gleeker rolls back his or her tongue, then compresses a sub-mandibular salivary gland until a stream of saliva is released. With enough practice and salivary stimulation, a gleeker can project an arc of watery saliva several feet in the air. The point of intentional gleeking is to find a suitable target and silently dowse it with a short burst of spit.The fact that some people can gleek seemingly at will while others cannot only adds to its appeal as a rude but generally harmless act. A talented gleeker will wait until a target has come into range and then silently dowse him or her with a spray of watery saliva. The gleeking victim may not even be aware he or she has been attacked, since gleeking is such a silent act."

Really?  Okay, so I have seen said teenager sorta rolling his tongue back into his mouth and then using his spit glands to shoot spit out the sides of his mouth. He gets great thrills out of how he is expanding his distance without getting caught. (side note, He swears that he just annoys his brother with this behavior) UHUH.
 
BIG SIGH. Sweetie is still amused, just shaking his head. He then looks at me and explains what it is.

As a lifetime, card carrying, certified girl, I will never understand the behavior of  the boy species.

Brians 11th birthday

On November 1, 1999, our Brian was born in Wilson, NC. He weighed 8 pounds 1 ounce and was 21 inches long.  Cory was so excited to have a brother to play with.
On the 1st our family celebrated his 11th birthday. His request was a Subway sandwich dinner, lunch with his Dad at school, for me to take chocolate cupcakes for him to share with his class at school, and chocolate mayonnaise cake with Oreo Cookies & Cream ice cream for the home celebration. And that is what he got!

Since his birthday is so close to Halloween, he gets to celebrate his birthday with his friends on the following weekend. So, he had his best friend, Jacksen (the one with his mouth open), and his best neighborhood friend, Alex over to spend the night, watch movies, play games. He wanted soft taco's and cheesy nacho's for dinner and then of course his cake!

The boys played, laughed and playfully shoved one another around Saturday afternoon, into the evening, then settled down to watch a movie, and all three fell asleep before it was over, they were so tired from running around all day!

At this point in Brian's young life, his favorite restaurant is Subway, he loves almost anything Nerf, is enjoying running in races, is playing his 7th year of soccer, hip hop dancing, is involved in the Drama club,

and loves helping at church ( and is involved in the childrens production monthly).

He keeps us all laughing, oh, and his favorite color is orange.

Best friend and I have recently taken up the challenge of updating his room for him. (thats another blog!)

Happy birthday Brian!

First Broken Bone

Well, we have our first broken bone amongst the boys. Thankfully it is a thumb (the right one) and not a leg or arm. The story behind it? Cory was playing with a puppet and bouncing it around in front of Sasha the puppy's face, and Brian's face. Brian swatted it out of his way, and Cory screamed. This is typical at our home, so I don't jump unless it continues or it is brought to me to handle. The latter happened and Cory showed me his swelled thumb saying that Brian broke it.
Being the tender mom that I am, I said, "What did you do to him to get that?" to which he told me Brian took a swing at the puppet he was playing with. Omitting of course the details of it being in Brian's face and Sasha's. (Sasha apparently had taken a few nips at the puppet too!) We put ice on it, and actually let it go overnight as we have suffered through many jammed fingers with the amount of sports played, not to mention all the wrestling injuries between the boys.
The next morning it was the same size and so Cory was now the victim and was pouting off things such as:  "I can't go to school, how will I carry my books? Open my locker, or write?"  He was told he could adjust as there were children that were at school with worse injuries making their way around.
Since Sweetie works in radiology at a local hospital, we took Cory in that evening after school. The xray told us what we needed to know.  Yep, broken, a little piece was broken off, just above the growth plate.
Now Cory sports a finger guard splint wrapped on his right thumb. He is liking the attention he is getting from the girls. (no way is he telling them his little brother broke it - wonder what story he is spinning?)