Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Freedom toast

Mmmm... nothing like a nice fork full of... um, air.

This morning started out with my sister cooking French toast for the boys. Christine has mastered the term 'snacking' so this was only one of three meals that made up 'breakfast'. I was just pleasantly surprised that someone other than me was able to cook in the kitchen without setting things on fire. I hate fire.

After the boys devoured their third breakfast, it was time to get out of pajamas. Brian called with the agenda for today, which his wife and my lovely ball-and-chain had planned out in advance without telling me. Swimming at the pool sounded good on paper. After a closer look, though, I bailed out. Let me explain the why.

After hanging up with Brian, I began asking exactly who would be joining us on this lovely water adventure. Angie had a headache... ba-bye. Christine had no bathing suit... ba-bye. That left me in charge of Peter, David, and Patrick. Pools scare Peter. Pools do not frighten David, which terrifies Papa. Patrick just likes trains and I could find no way of comparing trains to water, so I was up pool creek without a paddle. In short, I called Brian back and cancelled like a little girl.

Instead, I forced Christine to babysit until her neck cramped up. I didn't help out then - I just laughed, grabbed the camera and took some pictures. Sometimes, the world is easier to deal with tilted.

Next on our list of things to accomplish was to exhaustify the boys. We did this by shoving them in the snow and laughing at them. The cold makes me sleepy, so I was hoping that my little plan would work.

Either Patrick and Peter bonded here or they were so cold that they started to conserve body heat by snuggling up to one another. Either way, the photo op made me almost gag, so it must have been cute. To bring things back to the funny side of ice, I told the boys to go lick a pole. Mama Big Ears intervened, though, and suggested that I do something else with a pole.

As we went to bed, I found Christine in the kitchen chowing down on her nightly ritual of a spoonful of peanut-butter. I grew up with Christine, so I am fully aware that she is weird. I just didn't know how whack-o she had gotten in recent years.

Mmmm... nothing like a nice spoon full of... um, peanut-butter??
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played with Patrick cars.
David: When we eat from mommy and you.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I fell from the slide and hurt my bottom on the floor.
David: When I fall down and go bonk really hard on my head.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play with Patrick spiderman.
David: When Patrick again come.

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