Sunday, December 5, 2010

Pure ener-joy

As the kids get older, it becomes increasingly more difficult to unleash the 'pure ener-joy' that comes with experiencing new things. Luckily, Tom's not that old.

Sure, Tom's been on a merry-go-round several times this year, but this time, Mama actually allowed him to ride the horse that has scared the shit out of me from the starting gate.

See, Tommy has inherited Mama's stubbornness and has long since learned David's knack for ignoring everything that I say. It's a recipe for disaster and a cake I'd rather bake when Tom is old enough to stay seated until the ride stops spinning around in circles. Angie apparently heard the words 'disaster' and 'cake' and felt compelled to jump in.

Before risking our third born's life, we were at home, quietly watching Peter impress the ladies.

Okay, judging by Sonja's stare, she was more impressed with Peter's ear. He did inherit my lobes, so I can totally understand the attraction.

After Beethoven's Fifth Chopsticks, we decided to hit the Christmas market. Heidi and Sonja wanted to stop by some of the shops, but someone was hungry. A picture is worth a thousand words, so I won't waste 999 of them explaining whose stomach was growling.

Considerate Tom noticed that Sonja didn't eat anything and decided to bust out his moves.

Okay, his moves consisted of only one and Sonja didn't bite on his offer to share his pacifier. Note to self: teach the boys how to chat up the female-types.

Despite years of persistent and occasionally non-passive resistance, I realize that there may actually be circumstances where husbands and wives should communicate with one another. Today, for example. Had I known that Heidi and Sonja were planning on eating dinner with us at 5:30, I probably wouldn't have eaten a foot-long pork sandwich at 5:00. It did explain the strange looks, but I just chalked that up to the sporadic grunting that I'm prone to when I feed.

At the Schnitzelhaus, Tom was quick to blow out all the candles.

At first, I thought that maybe this was a cute and brotherly protective maneuver seeing as how David set his hair on fire the last time we were at this restaurant. Angie was quick to point out that Tom blows out candles anywhere we go and that he cannot even remember what he had for breakfast, so yeah - strike the whole brotherly lovey-dovey crap. Yeah! Fire, fire, fire! Yeah!

We had a great meal with Heidi and Sonja. My belt dominated the conversation, but after two meals back-to-back, it's been known to have an inflated ego. When they brought the dessert menu, my belt chuckled and looked at Tom.

As the kids get older, it becomes increasingly more difficult to fall asleep at the dinner table before dessert arrives. Luckily, Tom's not that old.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When Arman and I ate the gummy snakes.
David: When Tommy, he sleep on the table.
Tom: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When Arman's Mama called and we was not home.
David: That Sonja, she go home so early.
Tom: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: Wake up and play with the pirates.
David: I want that Heidi come with the Sonja.
Tom: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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