Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Crossing the Alps

Little Hannibal got up this morning and decided to wake up Mama by whacking her in the face with a book. The title of that book was - no shit - 'Thanks, Mom'.

If no surveys have been done to investigate pregnant women in their last trimester and increases in key-related problems, someone should conduct one. For the second time this week, I got a key call from Angie at work.

'Where are the house keys?'

Jesus, not again,
I thought. It was like groundhog day all over again.

It turned out she was not locked out of anywhere this time. Bravo. No this time, she was in the house and wanting to leave. To make a short story long, it was my fault. I somehow managed to hide the keys in the 'key drawer' where we normally keep our keys. My plan worked - I knew she would never look there.

Angie went to get acupuncture for preggies today. I guess something about having a belly stretched to the absolute breaking point makes people want to poke you with needles. Angie did not explode, which is good because that is exactly the type of thing that will kill your Wednesday.

Grams came over and took David shopping. Actually, Grams went shopping; David slept. To even out things, Angie took Peter shopping in the evening when I got home from work and left David with me. I might add that nobody at any point offered to take me shopping. Thanks, Mom.
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I went with Mama to the store and bought with Ms. Beth - Leggo things and Nemo snacks.
David: When Grams play with me aminals.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I wanted to go to the toilet and David shut the door so hard he could on my nose and my foot. I just wanted to go in and he slammed the door on my foot so badly it hurt.
David: When Gizma scratch me.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go with you to our playground.
David: When I Papa moma sage.

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