The Preg-o-shake

'Tastes great, less filling'? More like 'tastes like shit, doesn't work' if you ask me.

This is the concoction that Karin made for Angie to try and help Nonameyet begin his little prison break. Champagne, crushed almond and, by the looks of it, chewing tobacco did not encourage the little creature to come out, though. Well, if he has been listening to any of these blogs, I can't say that I blame him for wanting to stay where he is.

Peter made the astounding announcement today that if a shark got into a swimming pool, everyone would need to get out. It's great what they teach the kids at school these days, isn't it?

After a few hours we went to the hospital to check Nonameyet's heartbeat. Basically they slap a tape recorder on Angie's belly and fasten it with a seat belt.

Angie was nervous about getting pregnanter on a daily basis, so I thought I would be a gem and take her mind off it for a while. Normally I'm pretty good on just striking up interesting conversation so I thought I would just wing it.

I told Angie about this video I watched in one of my seminars where a bunch of guys were standing around bouncing basketballs. We were all instructed to keep count of how many times the balls bounced. After about thirty seconds, the presenter stopped the tape and asked us. Anywhere between 35 and 45 were the guesses so we were all in relative agreement. Then the man asked us if we had seen the big gorilla. We laughed and pointed at the silly presenter.

He replayed the tape and halfway through, a man dressed up in a gorilla suit walked on the screen, bouncing a basketball. After two or three bounces, he caught the ball, did a little gorilla dance and walked back off the screen. The point was to teach everyone that sometimes we get too focused on the task at hand to see real threats that are out there right under our noses.

At this point, Angie started laughing like a pregnant hyena. I thought the story was interesting, but not necessarily funny, so I was a bit perplexed. After a few minutes, Angie stopped snorting like a stuck pig long enough to shout out 'What the HELL does that have to do with anything?'

Now that she mentioned it, nothing, but I tried to quickly make up some bullshit line of comparison. I fumbled through some scenario involving doctor's as gorillas, babies as monkeys and, well... it only made her laugh harder. So much for winging it.

At that point, the nurse walked in. She checked on Angie and on her way out, she winked at me. She did not even make it out of the room before Angie started grilling me. 'Did she just WINK at you?' I acknowledged that it did look like she had winked at me but was quick to point out that one could not really blame her. Needless to say, I found this funnier than Angie.

On the way home from the hospital, we were supposed to pick up Peter and David, who were playing at Dalia's. Five minutes before getting to their place, Angie started having some contractions, so I shifted course and headed home. We agreed that if things got better, I would pick up the kids. Otherwise, we were going for the touchdown.

At home, we relaxed a little and things calmed down. If anything we got a few more hours of free babysitting. As long as we don't abuse it, we can probably get away with a few more 'false alarms'.

I went to pick up the boys and on the way home, I asked Peter what he thought the baby would look like. 'Red eyes', he explained. 'With blue hair and freckles on his back'. Holy shit, we're going to have an evil smurf with acne problems. What the HELL was in that damn shake, Karin?
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When we go'ed to my Papa's work.
David: When I go'ed badada and then. Yeah.
Dalia: That we buy that thing - the puppet with her legs and that thing, you know.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I jumped and hurt me.
David: When I hit Peter with my sword.
Dalia: Nothing - I liked everything.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go to Dalia's to sleep.
David: When I a bad guy.
Dalia: I want to see Peter tomorrow.