Friday, July 11, 2008

Summer Assault

I envy the pure joy that children can get from the simple things in life. For adults, such fun normally involves a handful of cash, breaking the law, or in my case, both.

This is David, shortly after discovering the thrill of somersaults. What he hadn't discovered yet was that there are only so many times you can continue flipping forward on such a tiny bed. Two flips after this picture, he discovered the thrill of falling on his head. He cried. Peter laughed. I continued taking pictures. Check out the Flickr link.

I came home from work today and Angie told me the earth-shattering news that her feet hurt and felt flat. Well, no shit, Preggy. That's a little thing I like to call 'gravity'. The closer to Nonameyet's zero'th birthday, the more Angie's body starts to do weird things. As provocative as that might sound, it's not. Today, Nonameyet decided to kick around Angie's organs and try his damndest to convert her belly button to an 'outy'. He failed. This time.

Gizma, our cat, normally likes sleeping on Angie's belly. Today, though, she freaked out and began swatting at Angie's belly like one of those carnival games where the weasel pops up and you have to bonk it with a rubber hammer.

Angie was supposed to go to a girlfriend's birthday party at some local chick bar, but had to cancel out of sheer exhaustion. It's probably for the best, since asking a pregnant woman to go to a pub is a lot like having a vegetarian go to a steak house. What's the point?
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I...Papa, I thought we could draw something...[Quit stalling, Peter] ...Ok, when I scared Mama with the dragon. That was the best part.
David: When I played Peter and then in bed play.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When the wagon tipped and it got my knee. Caught, cause when I have a wagon and my foot under it, that means caught.
David: It hurts. My nose.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go and make a picnic.
David: When mobaaaahe. Peter play in bed.

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