Joe Jonas is over 18, right?

Thankfully I remembered to set the DVR to record American Idol, because you know it would be absolutely TRAGIC if I missed some of these auditions.  So I was able to tune in and catch a glimpse of Joe Jonas as a guest judge.

I have been mostly spared from the JoBros (is that right?) phenomenon, as Big Sister is only 6-years-old and still asks me to change the channel when a promo for their show, Hannah Montana, or basically any other non-cartoon show that The Disney Channel offers appears on the screen.  Which is great, because I've only heard "sweet niblets" one time, and I think that's about all I can handle.

But tonight I got a chance to check out Joe Jonas as he sat there between Randy and Kara, and I have to admit -- he's pretty cute.  (And before I admitted that, I Googled his birthday to make sure he was at least over 18, because if he wasn't I was going to have to bleach my eyes.)  I can understand the tweens and the teens getting all googly-eyed over him.  Especially if he and his brothers can sing -- which they can.  I know, because they were the voices of the little cherubs in Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian.

And I do realize that even though my beloved daughters are blissfully unaware of such heartthrobs... Their day will come.  It probably won't be The Jonas Brothers, but another boy band or set of brothers will appear.  They always do. 

And when that day comes, I sincerely hope I remember what I was like at their age.  I can even remember the first celebrity whose picture found a place of honor on my bedroom wall...

Kirk Cameron as Mike Seaver in Growing Pains.  I watched that show faithfully... Well, until they added a little sister who aged about five years in one season.  Psh.  I never understood that.

Then I moved on.  I transitioned from a pseudo bad boy to the real thing, my friends.  A man who could give me spaghetti arms whenever I heard the line, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner."  And Kirk's poster was replaced with Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey.

I was 11 when Dirty Dancing came out in theaters, so I was probably 12 or 13 when I actually saw the movie.  It must have aired on HBO and a friend's parents had taped it.  We weren't really allowed to watch it, mind you.  I don't know how in the world I remember this, but there was an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation on that same tape, and that's what we told her parents we were watching.  Over and over again.  Surely they had to be on to us.

As inappropriate as the movie may have been for my innocent eyes, that poster held the place of honor on my wall until...

After Joey, Jordan, Jonathan, Danny and Donnie showed up, I forgot what color my walls were, because they were covered -- COVERED -- in New Kids on the Block posters.  (Thank you, Bop Magazine.)   My sister and I both did our share of wallpapering in those days.  Her room was heavy with Jon Knight, while mine favored... Danny.  As I explained once before -- because two of my BFFs had already declared their undying devotion to Joey McIntyre, it wasn't proper for me to.  So I chose Danny Wood.  Less competition that way.

And during all that time, my mom had to endure watching TV shows and listening to music that probably made her want to bleach her eyes, or shove sweet niblets in her ears.  (Thanks, Mom.)

For now I think I'll be content with watching The Incredibles 547 times in one day.  Or trying to answer the age-old question: Where are Max and Ruby's parents??  (I think I've figured that one out, though.  They're bunnies, people.  What do you think they're doing??)   Because before I know it, everything will change and I will have little girls with hearts in their eyes swooning over young men with shaggy bangs over theirs, convinced that those boys are singing TO THEM.

Do you remember those days?  Who was your heartthrob?  (If I can admit to Danny Wood, surely you can spill!) 

And, if you have tweens -- how do you survive multiple viewings of the entire High School Musical trilogy?