Friday, August 15, 2008


Peter is getting sick now, too. He was coughing last night so I crawled into bed with him to snuggle. When David woke up this morning in our bed, he did not ask 'where's Papa?'. No, his only selfish concern was 'where is my pillow?'. See, my pillow somehow transforms into his pillow when he sleeps in our bed. Thanks for your overwhelming concern and worry over my whereabouts, Davey.

Barb came over twice today to help out with the kids. The first time was when I took Peter to the last day of his swim course. Angie was still sick, so someone was needed to watch David. Barbara volunteered, which was nice. In typical Barb style, she showed up 55 minutes after I left with Peter for his course. His course is only an hour, but David enjoyed the 5 minutes. Thanks, Barb.

In the afternoon, Peter started coughing again, so I took the boys to the doctor. Cough syrup was the strongest thing we could get, but it will hopefully do the trick.

Barb came again in the evening to play with the kids. Again in typical Barb style, she showed up ten minutes after their normal bedtime 'lights out'. It's ok, though, because she bought candy and toys and all kind of shit that was sure to wake them back up. Thanks again, Barb.

One of the sleep deprivation devices was this SpongeBob float to celebrate Peter's successful completion of his swim course. He was only successful in completing the course; he still cannot swim, so the float turned out to be quite practical. The kids immediately had to have this blown up. After that, the only logical next step was to fight over it, which the boys did for about ten minutes until Papa made the NEW RULE that the float was only for in the pool.

After double-checking that the boys were wound up enough, Barb left to go party in the city. I wished her a pleasant hangover and went to tackle bedtime with the boys. It was not easy, but in the end I made it out alive. As I was leaving their room, David stopped me and pointed to Peter's bed. 'My pillow, Papa. That is MY pillow.'
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I get that swim circle from Barbara.
David: When Babara come out.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When it is too late now.
David: When Peter go swimming.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go with you playing that game with the lion.
David: I want Peter come play with me.

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