I wanna see you whistle, boy!

I guess Peter finally had enough of me giving him shit that he could not whistle. When it actually happened, though, I think it surprised him more than me. At the same time, I think it pissed me off more than him. Damn him! Now I need to find a totally new way of making fun of him. Check out the full story.

Holy Shrek!

Holy shit! When Angie told me she loved 'Shrek', I always thought she meant the movie.

The morning started out with a visit to the ear doctor for Peter. I had assumed it would be for some cosmetic ear reduction because come on - those things are HUGE! Angie explained to me later that it was to check his hearing. I tried to explain to Princess Fiona that he hears fine; he just doesn't listen. She didn't listen to me, though. Gee, wonder where the boy gets it?

When I got home from work, I found that a jungle pirate had slaughtered an elephant in our bed.
Sorry, let me try that again. When I got home from work, I found that a jungle pirate had SLAUGHTERED A FREAKIN' ELEPHANT in our bed! Sometimes, I really wonder what the hell Angie does all day, other than entertaining ogres of course? Luckily, Papa came to the rescue and tickled Dumbo's arch nemesis away.

Just when I thought my work was done, that pesky Shrek kid tried to sneak into our bedroom wearing a disguise.

'Mmmm...You look mighty familiar....Hey, wait a minute....Holy shit! ANGIE!'
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played with Grams pirates.
David: When I played the chicken game.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When we go to the ear doctor's 'cause my ears are with water.
David: When you say me no play the chicken game no more.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play pirates.
David: When we play Mama, baby, Papa and that is all.

Inching up my nerves

It's fine that Angie is a complete freak-o when it comes to picking up creepy crawlies, but does she really need to imbed this whacky trait into our kids? Today's specimen was an inchworm that was apparently icky enough to be stuck on Peter's cheek. If she brings a leech into the house, I swear to you - I'm leaving.

After a disgusting hour of watching the Zoo crew carry out their own twisted version of Fear Factor, I rounded up the filthy bugs and we headed over to Sami and Kika's. It wasn't really to see them, though. Angie didn't even say hi, unless shouting 'where's the baby?!' constitutes a greeting.

The real purpose of our visit was to try and keep Angie's 'I needa baby' urges under wraps. After about two hours, I began to question the logic of our visit's purpose. I had somehow pictured a scenario where the baby would be screaming it's head off, peeing on Angie, and spitting up in her hair, thereby making me laugh and reconfirming that we don't 'needa baby'. Instead, baby Lauri silently snuggled and cuddled in Angie's arms. He even cooed. Damn.

My guess is that Lauri secretly wants us to have another kid because he knows that a) it would most certainly be a boy and b) it would mean that he is older than at least one of the Johnsons. Sorry, Lauri - you may be cute and oogly, but we are not making any more playmates for you.

Not one to be outdone by an 11-day old, Tom cranked up his 'look at me' meter.

Jealousy can be ugly at any age, but come on - why the hell is a 7 month old jockeying for attention? Oh, that's right - it's because the poor guy's Mama is too busy trying to turn off her freakin' biological clock. Has anyone seen my hammer?

After narrowly avoiding a cute baby smack-down, we headed back to the Zoo to let Tommy get his pose on.
I guess Peter isn't the only one who likes hogging the camera, but that is a whole nother thread of jealousy that will be woven at some other point in time. The good thing is, Tom is still new enough that moments like this can still hit snooze on Mama's baby clock.

At some point, David, er...umm, sorry I mean Spine-o-man, as he calls it, came rushing to the rescue.
I'm not quite sure why he was wielding an axe; I can only hope and assume that it was for that pesky clock with the faulty snooze button.
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played with Eisi eating.
David: When Dalia come here.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When we couldn't play Schwarzer Peter with Eisi.
David: When Tom played here and then he make bonk and bonk.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To take the dragon with to Kindergarten.
David: When I play with Gizma something.