Saturday, November 22, 2008

Walk (not so) softly and carry a big stick

David spent the morning giving Peter what he would probably call 'love tackles'. Peter would probably would have called them 'physical assaults' but it was a little hard to understand him through the all the tears and sobbing. At one point, Peter turned to us and screamed 'for Christmas, on that list for Santa, I want that David disappears'. The big stick here may be Peter's fallback plan in case Santa doesn't deliver.

I ran out of socks today. I should add that I have quite a few pairs. Some of them don't even have holes. Now, don't get me wrong - I think it is kind of cute that Angie is afraid of the bottom of the hamper. My only fear is that buying a bigger hamper would only result in the need for a bigger sock drawer.

David would definitely love a bigger hamper. He has now taken to hiding in it and scaring the shit out of anyone, including Gizma, that happens to walk by. Just when you think he could not possibly find a new of stinkafying himself... My wishful theory is that he just loves baths.

After breakfast, David ran up and grabbed Peter's red crayon. The obvious retaliation for such an aggressive attack was naturally for Peter to wrap both hands around David's neck and to start squeezing with all his might.

It was about this time that my huge brain blinked on and told me if we didn't take the boys out for a little energy burn they would just continue their mutual crap beating all afternoon. As entertaining as this would have been for me to watch, Angie babbled something about bloody noses and staining the carpets, so off we went to the Königstuhl.

On top of the mountain, the boys saw their first snow of the season. Despite gloves, scarves, hats, and winter jackets, the little ones were not ready for the shock of anything cooler than Papa. Oddly enough, the smaller you are, the quicker you get cold. Not so odd was that they hardly fight at all when they are half-frozen.

After approximately ten minutes of hiking through the snow, I decided that blue lips that shiver do not suit the animals. We lugged them back to the cafe at the base of the mountain, where we met up with Eisi and Barbara for what turned out to be a rather short nature hike for them.

We poured hot chocolate into the boys until they eventually thawed. Almost immediately they began fighting again. This time the argument was over which one of them thought Papa was the coolest. At least I think that was what was meant by David head-butting my stomach and Peter's little neck rub.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When Barbara and Eisi come.
David: When I jumped Peter in the wall.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I cried 'cause all these bad things happened like you say I could have no dessert that was not so nice and when David pushed me and when I bonked my head everywhere in the bathroom.
David: When Peter eat not and you say no.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play with Dalia.
David: When we and Peter and me and Papa - we go in swimming.

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