Davey goes nuts!

David went nuts today and, for a change, managed not to destroy anything. I don't know whether to reward this or punish the times when David decides get his destruction on. I do know that these brief periods of normalcy do not occur often enough for me to worry about little things like thinking, so I just enjoyed the silence.

David is going through a phase now where he follows everything you say with the question why? You might think this gets pretty annoying after five minutes, but it actually only takes three.

It got so bad, that a week ago I started answering why? with 'chicken thigh'. The immaturity did not stop there, though, oh no. What? Chicken butt. Where? Chicken hair. Who? Chicken shoe. I know it is pretty complicated, but I think you get the point.

A week ago, I was patting my brain on the back for such a creative way to deal with the whole 'why phase'. Now, and not for the first time, I am beginning to question my wisdom. Both David and Peter run around the entire day screaming 'chicken butt' at anyone who won't run away from them. I am sure that Peter's teachers absoultely love this little game, but I am starting to miss the simplicity of the question why?

After David's weird version of an Easter egg hunt in September, we picked up Peter from kindergarten and went to the zoo. As if there were not enough animals already, Angie organized to meet up with Karin, Christoph, Mariam, Meyssam, and Elias. At one point, we also met up with a little boy that Peter knew who could whistle; something that makes Peter insanely jealous.


The boys were, well, wild. Let me put it this way - when they went by the primates, the monkeys stopped and pointed at them. At least the boys did not fling anything disgusting at the monkeys.

Carol flew in yesterday, so we met up for dinner with Grams & Opa at a nice fish restaurant to celebrate. The restaurant is a little hard to find and I almost took a wrong turn until Peter told me which way to go. I was impressed at his navigation skills, but instead of accepting my compliment quietly, the little jerk decided to make fun of my driving skills. 'I can't even drive a car yet, but I know how to drive better than you'. Yeah, that's great, Peter, but can you whistle?
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1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I ate the fish and shrimps - they are my favorite thing to eat.
David: When Peter, Grams and me.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When David started crying.
David: When Peter hit me.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To read a book with Mama.
David: When Dalia come mit me play.

Hide and go streak

This is David, age 2. If David ever hopes to streak at age 3, he absolutely needs to learn the phrases 'no', 'stop', and 'God damn it, I mean it!'

As you can see, I had the brilliant notion of giving the boys a bath today. You might ask, 'How did that work out?', in which case I would call your attention to this photo again and ask how you think it worked out.

In addition to streaking, David learned to wink today. That is, of course, depending on your own interpretation of winking. For David this means closing both eyes and then opening one. It's cute, so if your version of winking is any different, send your comments to www.shutupshowoffheisonlytwo.com

Angie went to get poked by the prego-pokers today. Afterwards, she came home thirsty. I made some wise cracks (key word = wise) about her leaking water all over the place after acupuncture. It became immediately obvious to me that a side symptom of being pregnant is being utterly incapable of appreciating incredible wit and humor, even when it is standing right in front of you pointing a finger and laughing.

In addition to being thirsty, Pee-Rego was hungry. When I suggested hot dogs, sausages, steak, or chicken for lunch, the Pregetarian freaked out and got up on her soap box. 'Meat??!! Again??!! Why do we always have to have MEAT??!! Aaaarrrgghhh!'

I waited for Angie's second head to withdraw into her neck before asking what her Royal Pregginess would like to eat. 'Peanut butter on toast'. Oh, of course. How silly of me. I have known this woman for over eight years and not ONCE has she ever eaten peanut butter. In fact, she has denounced peanut butter as being disgusting and gross in the past. I don't know what changed today, but DING, DING, DING - WHERE IS MY PEANUT BUTTER??!!

By this point, I realize that Angie is not the one craving peanut butter; Nonameyet is the obvious culprit. Unfortunately, Angie does not realize this. Her focus is stuck on PEANUT BUTTER NOW! I tried to subtly change direction with 'Hey, slow down - that shit'll make your belly button pop out'.

In the end, Angie's fear of an 'outy' did not override Nonameyet's craving for peanut butter. He must be super stubborn, which is not such a nice thought, considering how stubborn Angie already is and David is proving to be. Peter and I are in the non-stubborn corner of the house, so it looks like we may be outnumbered. If tomorrow Angie asks for peanut butter again, I may have to scream 'no', 'stop', and 'God damn it, I mean it!' at her belly and pray that her belly button finally pops.
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[David's streaking must have drained his energy - he was out before Ladder Talk began]
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: My dream I had this monster double the size like a T-Rex. It was called Lion de Moseros - he was my friend.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When you pushed me by my room and I bonked my head - the accident.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: Play with you Wilde Kerle.

Swatch this!

Peter is always learning new tricks. Today we went to the Swatch store to visit Kika and he showed everyone how to super glue his shoe to his chin.

Angie had another check today to make sure she is still pregnant. She is. Thanks, Doc.

I stayed at home and set up a kick-ass balcony playcenter for David. If he could talk more, I am quite sure he would endlessly praise Papa's amazing ability to create hours of fun and excitement out of thin air. Ok, it was actually a box of Legos and a couple of chestnuts.

For some strange reason, David's voice started to disappear today. It was actually kinda nice. He has not been coughing and he does not seem to be getting a cold, so Angie and I were a bit baffled.

My only theory is that he is already sneaking out at night to moshe at heavy metal rock concerts where he smokes cigars like a Cuban and knocks back vodka like a Russian. Angie tells me I am just paranoid. I'm not, but the special agents camped out in my backyard certainly are.

Simone stopped by in the afternoon. I haven't seen her in a while, so it was nice to catch up on old times. Simone used to live in the apartment below us and when Angie and I first moved here, we slept in Simone's bedroom for a few months while looking for an apartment. Yes, I said months.

Simonelina has a big heart, a lot of patience and, as it turned out in the end, a very sensitive nose. It was summer. I had heavy black boots. Need I explain more? Just trust me when I say that nobody with a sense of smell would have contemplated trying Peter's little chin trick with those boots.
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1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played with Dalia.
David: When Dalia come again by the water, but no Brian.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: This is hard. I wished you just asked one question.
David: When Gizma scratch me.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go to Dalia's to our playground.
David: When I go with Mama and watch Mr. Bean.