Monday, August 25, 2008

Packing for two

Angie has been in denial lately that the baby is coming. Today she accepted the inevitable and finally packed a suitcase. I don't think she has accepted that the delivery will be coming soon; she has only accepted that a bag needed to be packed. Yes, there is a difference.

At the playground today, David discovered a big pile of poop. Nice. The sandbox is actually just a big litter box for the neighborhood animals. Yuck.

David, on the other hand, found it awesome. He kept burying it and trying to dig it up. We finally gave up and took him home. Of course, we have a cat at home. And a litter box. I smell trouble brewing.

At dinner, David told us that he is 'hungy and drinky'. I can only imagine he meant hungry and thirsty, so I gave him some apple juice and told him to eaty his dinny if he wants any desserty. He just laughed at me. I hate that. Jerky.
[All that playing with cat shit must have tuckered out little David - no Ladder Talk tonight for him]
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I went to play football with Mama and I saw you.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When David don't let me go on the pillow.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go to the playground, maybe the big one.

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