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| Redefining "Tupperware Party" (Thanks Rob and Alisha for allowing us to destroy your apartment too!) |
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| Because there just wasn't enough tupperware outside the cabinet |
We all survived by the skin of our teeth. Tempers flared. Tensions ran high. Drama was the name of the game. Though we are cute and cuddly babies, Lucas and I pushed the limits of our congeniality during these days with some fun games: Throwing our toys - and breaking them; climbing onto the sofa and then precariously standing on it (whilst parents either reasoned with or yelled at me for some reason) and then tumbling to the floor from the sofa (apparently predicted by the parents); rearranging the furniture in a noisy and destructive manner; learning more effective ways to whine (Lucas slides to his knees and then arches his back until his head hits the floor - thus giving him a better reason to whine); throwing our food (old news, ho hum); ferreting out cords, phones, remotes and other objects that were not so successfully concealed; waking up like a gold-medalist relay team at excruciating intervals during the night.
That is why, when invited over for dinner on Friday night, mommy and abba scrambled out of the house with us in tow so that we could spend some time wreaking havoc in someone else's apartment. Thanks Aunt Alisha and Uncle Rob!
It was great. First we terrorized their gentle dog, Shira. Then after she started playing statue on the sofa, thereby boring us, we moved on. I dallied around the table trying to reach the hot pot of chili, utensils and wine glasses while Lucas worked on the bookshelves.
During dinner, where we were invited to sit around the table like big boys, we kept parents on their toes making sure that glass and/or hot objects were out of reach. What wasn't out of reach from Lucas was tortilla chips. But since munching on one finally kept him quiet, mommy allowed him to continue munching.
Until he promptly projectile vomited onto the dining room table whilst everyone else tried to eat their dinner.
Nicely played, little brother! Way to disrupt a nearly peaceful meal! Sure enough that spiced things up even more so than the chili.
Oh, how was Lucas? He was fine. In fact, he tried to finish off the remaining tortilla chip shard in his hand while still crying from the shock of the puking incident.
Then, to my delight, after dinner Alisha kindly offered for us to play in the kitchen cabinets. We promptly removed every last bit of plastic tupperware - and even found the glass components well hidden in the back.
Then on Saturday, mommy and abba's quest for sanity continued and they bravely trotted us out in public yet again. This time, we all braved a restaurant with cousin Silvana. That was a bit more delicate than the comforts of Rob and Alisha's house. I downed a bowl of gnocchi in a creamy chestnut sauce while Lucas pretended to eat fries that were later found stockpiled in his belly button area. He's part squirrel.
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| My appetizer |
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| Here's me entertaining everyone before their meal |
We lasted for awhile. Longer than perhaps most babies do at a restaurant. But after an hour, Lucas hit the breaking point. So mommy and abba took us outside to let us "get it out of our systems" while Silvana filmed. But danger lurks always for tired and pent up babies. Here are some videos of our wild escapades including my flirting with young girls at a nearby table and Lucas' Italian-soccer-player-type drama as he dropped to the concrete while running around outside. You just are not supposed to get in between a baby and what he wants. And Lucas makes sure to let you know that!
(actually videos on facebook page but can't be uploaded for some sad reason :( - will work on that)
Try these:
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10151151081951916
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10151151013856916
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| In the end, we all made peace. |
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