The Phoenix Awakens to Combat Ancient Foes

Rising from the ashes of five years toil on a new house and property is a mom with more to write regarding the primitive survival skills acquired through parenthood and the sometimes nauseating suffering known as the human condition.  This phoenix dragging it's wing along the burning sands of life like an injured killdeer thinks she mostly resembles a molting chicken rather than the sleek aforementioned predator, but is probably harder on herself than necessary. Regardless, here I am.

This journal will reopen and spill fourth kids, cursing, horses, agony, mountain bikes, pandemonium, and the odd ball cousin.  Who really knows what will pop out of this box of fun.  Pandora should really run.

So to kick start what's been happening, I'm jumping in first with the current state of affairs of the 13 year old who has been suffering from various levels of harassment at school.  He's still small, he's awkward, he's impulsive or in other words he's pretty normal . . .  Wyatt's feet and hands resemble that of a hobbit minus the hairy toes and he falls just shy of 5 feet tall.  I comfort myself knowing he will grow at some point, but his currently petite size leads to little dude syndrome.  Big dudes pick on little guys.  Bullying weaves it's time old tale with the same stupid story since humans crawled out of the primordial soup.  Nothing changes in human interaction.  Absolutely nothing.  The big dude in this case is pushing 150 pounds.  Wy-guy is barely 90 pounds.  This particular bully has his posse who cheer him on and/or join in gleefully like the hyenas they are.  And the big dude body checks Wyatt - for which I had to escalate the event to the administrative staff. 

They call him "Wang Wang."  This was revealed over dinner resulting in my husband nearly launching his teriyaki chicken across the table in a barely concealed laughing fit.  Among other things, "wang wang" is slang for the male genitalia according to the urban dictionary.  Warning: never look at the urban dictionary unless absolutely necessary as you can not unblock what you read there.  After recovering from his laughter and telling my son that he needs to turn the tables on the bully, my spouse of many years devised a devious plot involving stickers of Wyatt doing a wheelie with the text WangWang superimposed over it.  Then, armed with stickers, Wyatt can apply them all over campus and claim ignorance.  See who gets the last laugh on that one.  I just don't know if there are cameras at school.  Hmmm.  But I sure know that the bully can't even begin to compete with Wyatt for bike skilz!!! Got to work on this sticker but here's a prototype.  Need some new pix of Wyatt doing his perpetual wheelie to make the final product.  Ha! 

       
Ok... So relaunch of blog accomplished. Bye for now!