Sunday, July 20, 2008

Pizza Roast

Some people have a nice tradition that every Sunday the entire family sits down to a nice roast. It doesn't matter what - lamb, chicken, ham - for us, it's pizza.

Speaking of nice family traditions, Sunday is normally our 'take out the poop' day. In addition to the cat box, we also empty the diaper bin. Today, I pulled out the big bag of David pooh and could have sworn I saw a walrus poking out of the diapers. Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.

I rubbed my eyes, did a double take and sure as shinola, there really was a plastic walrus hanging out with the diapers. I yank it out and poke around the bag a bit. I soon find a camel, a baby lion and part of a racecar track. Aaaww, isn't that cute? Little Davey found out how to shove toys in the shit can. That's great, though. Really. I had been looking for a way to rummage through the dirty diaper bag with my bare hands each week without looking like a real nut case. Thanks, Davey.

After fishing through David's new toy chest, for some reason I felt like a bath, another weekend tradition. The boys joined me and we were soon flooding the bathroom floor with excess splash water. I love doing anything that I know will later annoy Angie but can still be blamed on the children.

After getting nice and shiny, the boys went with Angie and her girlfriend to a nearby fair that is going on this week. I spent this moment of silence working on another Sunday tradition - the blog and adding pictures to Flickr. Enjoy.

The boys came back completely exhausted, but still buzzing around with energy. It's one of those 'hard to explain if you don't have kids' things. Luckily, I think all four of my readers have kids. I could see that they would fade into cranky monsters soon, so I ordered the pizzas and started the stopwatch. Sure enough, 20 minutes later we were stuffing our faces with cheese, peperoni, and mushrooms.

In the picture, it looks like David is a little bird being fed worms by the Mama bird. This is because David lost his 'hand privileges'. I know, this may sound strange, since most people take using your hands to eat for granted. That is, of course, unless you take a slice of greasy pizza and start smearing it in your freshly washed hair, despite being told very clearly not to FOUR times. Then, you lose the right to use your hands. Then Mama feeds you - and you are just damn lucky it is pizza and not worms.

Since we are sticking with the theme of traditions, I can slowly run through our nightly bedtime traditions:

1. Get pajamas on
2. Brush teeth
3. Pick out a story to read (one each)
4. Say goodnight to Mama
5. Ladder Talk
6. Read stories
7. Lights go out - a blue globe night light stays on
8. Sing the Sleepy Dreamer song. I wrote this for Peter when he was a tiny baby and I have been singing every night since. By the time I am done, both angels are normally fast asleep.

All the sleepy dreamers
are asleep in sleepy town
Except one sleepy sleeper,
who has got a sleepy frown

Can't eat, can't sleep, can't drink,
can't even raise his weary head
Too bad, so sad, be glad, not mad
It's time to go to bed

And all the dreamy dreamers
are in far-off dreamy lands,
dreaming dreams that only
sleeping baby dreamers can

Dreams of hot dogs, ice-cream
and maybe baby girls
Walks in parks and dogs that bark
and cotton-candy swirls

And so my sleepy dreamer,
it's time to dream and sleep
Close your eyes and think of me,
And in our dreams we'll meet

And so my sleepy dreamer,
it's time to dream and sleep
I'll close my eyes and think of you,
And in our dreams we'll meet.
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I go on the carousel.
David: When I make Bonoman.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I get bumped in the bumper cars - that car is bonky car.
David: When I bonk my head out of the bed.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play with Davey - to ride bikes with.
David: When I mit Heidi - with the dog.

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