Happy shots

This would be the before going to bed picture. Trust me, you do not want to see the after picture. Angie decided that Tom is now old enough to survive a whole night and most of the next day without breastfeeding and thought it would be wise to go out and celebrate this feeding milestone. Why she decided to bring home her trophies is beyond me. Our cat used to bring home dead mice to impress me. Oddly enough, I had pretty much the same reaction; I shook my head and got the mop and bucket.

Since I know how you little you trust me and how much Angie loves this kind of attention, I will show you the after picture after all. You can thank me later, sweetie.

What I won't reveal is exactly what time this lovely photo was taken. I will tell you, though, that it was Tom's second afternoon nap.

As Mama snored away her guilt from pilfering pub glasses, I grabbed the two coherent boys and hit the streets. Peter was tagged for a play date at Arman's, so David and I dumped him off and went to hit the waves.

David likes hitting anything and his surfboard was red, so he was tickled wild. Like most wild things, they have no control and no fear. At one point, a couple of boys in their teens picked up his toy boat as it floated past him. Mistake. David ran up to them, yanked the boat back and gave them his patented 'back off' look that he must have learned from Mama. He didn't say a word, but something about his shaking and the dried up spittle around his lips told them wisely to walk away. I was glad; the older of the two looked like he could seriously kick my ass.

After a few hours, we headed back to Casa de Gitana. Tom is now mobile, which is great except he has no sense of direction yet. Apparently, his inner compass instructed him to crawl into the bathroom and get stuck under the sink.

As you all know by now, whenever my children do something really embarrassing and painful, but not life threatening, I first run and get the camera. Then I laugh. After that I take some pictures. Then I laugh again. Sometimes I even shoot some video and laugh some more. Eventually, the screaming starts to hurt my ears and I come to the rescue.

At least the screaming dwarf woke up sleeping beauty. And just in time - we picked up Peter and took the Zoo Crew to an outdoor festival down by the river. On the way, we stopped in, imagine that, a pub. Our favorite pub, to be more specific. The Brass Monkey, to be less vague.

Peter learned how to play table soccer and he kicked ass. Pun intended. In true sportsmanship form, he quickly learned to stick his tongue out at the other players. Since we were in a pub, I kept my eye on the kleptomaniac, but Angie was too busy trying to get David to be quieter. Mmmm...why?

After a Guinness and a little quiet air, we strolled across the bridge to the festival.

As soon as we got to the other side, David found something that made his heart go BOOM, BOOM, bonky-BOOM!

It was red, it was loud - need I say more? Ok, I will. It made him excited. REALLY excited. The only thing that could have wound him up even more is if he could have jumped on stage and partied like a rock star. Bang, Destructo, bang.

Well, that was certainly the up, but I knew there would be a down. Eventually. Despite my wife's occasional battle with tranquillity, I am a patient man. They had beer on tap, so somehow I tolerated the rather long wait.

The dwarves started getting sleepy and snoozey just as the band finished their last song. It also started raining just as we left, thanks to that Murphy bastard. At least the shower woke them up long enough for us to herd the wild things back to their cages.
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When we went to eat by my singy class.
David: When I played with Legos with Peter.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I fall by the band down and now I got a band-aid.
David: When I cry 'cause look - this lion was in my bed not.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go to kindergarten and bring something with for tell and show.
David: When we play and Mama and Papa can look, too, but mommy not sing.