I might not have had the chance to write a post in November, but there certainly was enough blog-worthy material. Like when Elton Jon stopped by our house to play with our remote-controlled monster trucks.
For those of you that like more photos and less text, I suspect you'll enjoy the missing November files.
Opa wanted to plan a boys' day out and suggested going to a cave. Peter immediately curled up into a ball and started sucking his thumb. I guess our last manly cave adventure has left a lasting impression on Peter.
It took me a while, but I finally explained to my petrified spelunker that this cave was lighted, included a tour guide, and assured him that we would not be repeating the 'mud slide of death'.
David was disappointed that none of us were bitten by bats, but otherwise, it was a really cool trip. After the tour, I bought the boys necklaces in the gift shop to remember the memory.
I shit you not, Tommy broke his on the drive home and David managed to lose his on the walk from the garage back to the house. Peter absolutely loved this tragic development and to this day continues to point out that he still has HIS necklace. Thanks, buddy.
In November, Angie finally had her big theatrical breakthrough. She was asked to be a tree at the kids' Christmas play.
The picture might be a tad blurry, but I can totally confirm that Angie was a kick-ass tree. Trust me, I've seen a lot of timber in my life, but Angie was by far the best tree I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Wow! Just great! Amazing! I even tried convincing Angie to give up her day job and just, you know, be a tree until I retire. Unless a rabbit punch to the ribs is a new form of confirmation, I don't think Angie will be switching careers any time soon.
David mistakenly announced that he had a wiggly tooth, prompting Angie to throw his head on the kitchen counter and go to work.
My general philosophy with most events is to photograph first, rescue later. After getting the winning shot, I saved a very unhappy Davey by telling Angie that there were fresh-cut cucumbers in the dining room. *POOF*
Peter has had real problems getting his homework done lately. He is constantly coming up with insanely bizarre excuses, like 'The cat is sitting on my homework'.
Okay, he got away with this one.
With three boys, it's sometimes hard to 'share the love' in a balanced way. I felt like I was missing some 'Tommy-Papa' time, so I dumped Peter and David with Angie and had a Tommy Day. It started with a very chocolaty hot chocolate.
If I were forced to do a postmortem of Tommy Day, my Lessons Learned would be that giving four-year old kids a cup of liquid chocolate is a very, very bad idea.
Ute turned 21 again and invited a bunch of hairy-chested man-hunks over to celebrate. I asked her if Angie could join and she reluctantly agreed. They then spent hours watching videos of me in a Speedo juggling baby kittens.
Angie tried convincing me later that it was just an innocent video of the boys singing happy birthday to Ute. Yeah, whatever - Ute dug it.
I took Tommy to Toys-R-Loud to prep my wallet for this year's Christmas list. The first of many wishes was a race car.
On a visit to Grams and Opa, Tommy learned how to play table tennis. Kinda. He at least learned the joys of whacking a sibling in the eye with a ping-pong ball.
After Tommy's giggling fit passed, we left David to ice-pack his eye and headed to the playground.
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When Tommy realized what David was doing, he weighed his options for a response.
Luckily, I saw what he was doing and convinced him to zoom in on the not so innocent bystanders instead.
'Aw, does Angie have a pain in the neck?'
Speaking of pain in the necks, I took Peter and David ice-skating. Peter knows how, David doesn't. Ice hurts.
One weekend, we met Horst and Judy in Ladenburg at a pizza parlor called DaVINCI. It became famous last year when the Swedish King Carl Gustav XVI ate there after being turned away from another restaurant around the corner.
The place might have been fit for a king, but I'm pretty sure we were given the table reserved for jesters.
After the feast we drove to the Carl Benz museum. Man, check out those old-timers!
November was also the month that Peter turned into a bookworm. Esther, you would be so proud.
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It all started earlier this week, with what I now lovingly call 'Drop-kick Your Waitress Tuesday'. The boys had Christmas singing at school. It ran a bit late so I decided to let Angie cook.
So, yeah - Pizza Hut was a bit packed when we arrived. As we were waiting to be seated, a blonde waitress came barreling into Sara and ran off without saying anything. Strike 1.
After getting seated, our waitress came by to take our order. She had blonde hair and looked vaguely familiar. Angie went first.
'My son would like this pizza with mushrooms.'
I should point out that Angie was pointing to a picture of a pepperoni pizza. I should also point out that this woman was huffing and puffing and rolling her eyes the whole time. Strike 2.
After taking the orders, Blondie did a recap. Again, Angie was first.
'Okay, you wanted a pizza with mushrooms.'
'No, I wanted the pepperoni pizza with mushrooms.'
'Well, then you should have said "additionally with mushrooms".'
With strike 3, Angie went ballistic. To my delight, Blondie did, too.
The screaming match was hot, for sure, but eventually Angie got tired of yelling at morons. That never happens at home.
'Can I talk to your manager?'
'No, that won't be needed.'
'Listen lady, that only sounded like a question. Get me your manager now!'
The manager came over and the waitress had the lack of brains to stay. The manager told her to walk away and she actually refused at first. At this point, it was clear that the woman was having a bad day, but trust me - getting fired from Pizza Hut will top whatever bad shit you've got going on. Eventually, Blondie stormed off and fumed at us from the kitchen. No tip for you-ooh.
The manager was extremely nice and even gave the boys big pizzas instead of the kid-size pizzas. Nice gesture, but they don't normally finish the pint versions, so we had a lot of leftovers.
Speaking of leftovers, we also had Thanksgiving in November, but somehow not any pictures. In any case, it was great and I'm looking forward to the second turkey of the year next week.
--------------------------------------------Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: That I could play with Arman a new game that we maked up.
David: Was that I played a game.
Tom: That I can sleep in the t-shirt and long undy-wear.
2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: That Mama was hurt Davey when she cleaned his fingers.
David: That Mama hurt me 'cause she ripped my nail.
Tom: That the pillow in my eye did Arman from David's bed.
3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: I want to buy an alarm clock.
David: I want to play on the computer.
Tom: Play computer and watch TV and play Angry Birds.
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