The Pin Cushion

This is Angie, getting ready for what will surely be painful. No, I am not talking about giving birth, although I've heard that's also unpleasant. I am referring to accupuncture, which somehow Angie arranged to have done in our living room.

That's right - she decided to have an audience watch her as she gets poked with needles. Lutz was the one doing the honors. Karin was busy chasing Christoph as he tried to render our stereo knob-less. I was the one standing by with a glass of water so that when Angie was done getting poked, I could test out something I saw on a cartoon once.

Angie's due date was the 18th and like a true Johnson, he is already three days late. Aside from scaring the crap out of Angie, the Freddy Krueger tickle did very little. I guess we will need to use more than just a few scary needles to get this kid out. The waiting game continues.

When Angie saw this picture, she wanted to put on this paint-on tan cream she has. This made perfect sense to me, because when people come to see the new baby, I am quite sure that the first thing they will do is to force Angie to kick back the hospital bed covers so they can check out her legs.

The boys missed the whole ordeal - they were busy feeding yaks with Grams & Opa. When they got back, they wanted to play with their animals straight away. I got them down and I noticed an immediate difference in their preferences. Peter had formed a small group of llamas, sheep, kittens, and several other nice, fluffy animals. In David's pile, he had collected spiders, snakes, crocodiles, tigers and several other not-so-fluffy animals. If they were preparing for an animal smackdown, my money would have to be on the Nature's Death Squad that David was forming.

Somehow Angie found out that I had bought her a book that she has really been wanting. I was planning to give it to her in the hospital, but today she backed me into a corner and demanded it. Something about the twitching in her left eye made me realize she was serious, so I forked it over, feeling somewhat like a kid who has just handed his lunch money over to some bully named Tyrone. At least she thanked me. You're, uh, welcome.

Although the accupuncture did not work, we have a doctor's appointment tomorrow that will hopefully give us some news. As for the cartoons I watched as a kid - complete bullshit.
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I went to Grams & Opa's and I feed the yaks.
David: When we see the animals.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I almost put my hand in the yak to feed him and he made his mouth on my fingers.
David: When Gizma scratch me.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To feed the yaks.
David: When I fall in there with the small one.