My husband pointed out to me that "James LeBron" is actually "LeBron James" which drives home my point: I know nothing about basketball.
I swear it was only one month ago that Bode was climbing in my lap telling me that I was the best Mommy in the world. He would also let me rock him, read to him, and hold him in the produce section of grocery stores when we were both cold.
And then he discovered basketball. And now all he is is a running commentary on basketball, NBA team rankings, and his favorite player (which changes more than his underwear, I assure you).
This past weekend I took these two little ladies to Spring Sing and left Bode at home to watch Sportscenter.
I never thought I would miss playing lightsabers for hours on end. Until now. The kid is incapable of talking about anything but basketball. The other day his teacher came up to me in the pick-up line with a look of utter desperation on her face and said Bode never quit talking about basketball for the entire day. He. Won't. Shut. Up.
But I'm determined to connect with this foreigner that I birthed, so I am now watching sports center and comparing James Lebron to Kevin Durant. It's not awesome but I'm adjusting to my new normal.
Thankfully, I still have Mia and Pinterest.