Lazy Day

Lazy day, Sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch T.V.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Must be beef today 'cause lamb was last week.
- Moody Blues

There is no other way to describe today other than a lazy Sunday afternoon. Not the 'hey, check out the crater mark my fat side left on the sofa' kind of lazy. More the 'enjoying life, even though we could have watched TV all day, since our fourth baby is now back home, safe and sound' type of lazy. Instead, we (me, not Angie) cooked a kickass roast (beef, not lamb) and took a few pictures.

I'm sorry, did I write 'a few'? It should be changed to 'a shitload'. Thank [insert here the holy leader, supernatural being, divine spirit, almighty king, infinite ruler, or omnipotent guru from whatever religious denomination, sect, split, group, communion, order, wing, division, party, splinter faction or cult that you choose or choose not to believe in for whatever reasons you might or might not have] for digital cameras.

If you're the lazy type that likes the pictures more than the stories, you will enjoy this blog, but please don't admit this fact to me. This will only annoy me and if you follow the logic of the butterfly effect, this will surely end up with a twister carrying off some poor cow who just wanted to graze the fields in peace. Yes, that movie still cracks me up.

Speaking of lazy, even David cannot begin to compete with the sluggish slothfulness of babies. The picture of the goofy kid above with the balloon is Tom, during one of his few wakeful moments of the day. Being fully rested, Tom tried out his new 'sitting' trick that somehow still amazes Mama. I have to side with Peter and David on that one, who both shrugged and responded with 'So what, I can do that'. I have a feeling that it will be many years before Tom does anything that impresses the BIG brothers.

Ok, enough of the blah-blah-friggety-blah. Let's see some pics...

Here is one of the peterzillion gifts that the April Fool got for his birthday. Hey, if Bush can make up words, so can I- who's the decider, now? Peter confirmed his complete inability to keep his eye on the ball while displaying his inability to do anything else but strike a pose when a camera is within smiling distance. Whatever, camera hog.

Speaking of hogs, Katherina is preggafied and due in two weeks. She is also now going to kill me. She should have killed Angie, who was showing off her non-pregnant belly. There are only two things that you should never do to a preggy. The first is to compare waistlines. The second is to refer to hogs when trying to build a funny segway from a previous segment. I think Angie will survive this pregettiquette faux pas. I, however, will be fleeing the country after hitting 'publish post'.

Papa was so enthralled by all the belly rivalry that he laid down to take a nap with Tom. Did I mention that he sleeps a lot? I only wish he would do this at night. Davey soon joined in to complete the Three Amigos and we snoozed on the balcony until we were abruptly awoken by a helicopter pilot on an urgent mission.

If you look closely, you will see another birthday gift hovering just above the pilot's head. It's Styrofoam, very fragile, and according to the box, designed for kids age 10 and up. Thanks, Barb. Maybe next year you can give him a few shots and take him hunting with a lawyer.

Speaking of getting into hot water, we did. Isn't that funny?

Speaking of funny, Tom has been on an insane learning Odyssey lately. Sitting, eating, and doing other really exciting things. Tonight, that mind boggling new verb was waving. Mama took the picture, who was completely amazed. Peter, David and I just turned to each other, shrugged, and responded with 'So what, I can do that'.
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When the helicopter goes around my head.
David: When Peter bonked his head and I make a laugh.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I'm sick and my forehead hurts.
David: When Dalia come not and Brian come not either.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: After kindergarten, I want to play with mommy football.
David: When I want to say can I have something for me open make - you know, like a birthday.