Friday, June 27, 2008

My Little Bald Eagles

I came home from Berlin today to discover that an overzealous barber had gone to work on the landing surface of my two boys. They looked like bald eagles; cute ones, but still bald. I had only been gone for three days, but it had seemed much longer, as it always does. David immediately shouted 'carry me up' and Peter jumped in my arms without even asking. The long awaited hug was an armful of greatness.

I brought the eagles two snow shakers from Berlin. I made sure they were fairly durable and identical to each other in every possible aspect. They looked at the souvenirs and then stared at me as if to say 'are you joking?' It was not until I told them to shake it that their eyes really lit up.

They watched it snow in Berlin as I bored Angie with details of my conference. At one point, David came over to explain something that was obviously very important to him. He pointed at Angie's belly and said 'Baby'. I thought it was great that we were no longer calling it a 'bee sting', so I agreed with him. Then, he pointed to Angie's boobs and said 'two babies'. In David's world, apparently every woman is running around pregnant with twins and there is a completely different interpretation of the phrase 'cradling the baby'.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When you came home.
David: When the cat sleep.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When Gizma scratched me.
David: I no like it when my finger hurt.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: Do that again, with the long day.
David: When Opa come.

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