Well, hello there stranger! Fancy running into you here!
Thanksgiving? It was great. Good drive, great-behaving kids. Fun relatives, fun times.
Bel discovered pie. I think she would've eaten 3 slices of pumpkin, had I let her.
Otto discovered turkey. He also spent the day gently bossing around his younger cousin Leo (who thankfully didn't seem to mind). I think they had a good time, especially since there was some mandatory LEGO Batman playtime on the PS3 in his schedule.
The Sturm siblings all got to hang out together, which I don't think has happened for awhile. Jon and Jamie even celebrated a milestone birthday together. Jon has some cute snapshots on his phone -- I'll get after him tomorrow to send them to Flickr. My favorite moment was when they blew out the candles on their birthday cake together. They looked at each other and counted "one, two" then blew them out on three. A little twin-synchronicity there.
Oh - and I got to make a really, really bad twin joke along the lines of "do you think that guy thought he was seeing double?" I waited a loooong time to make that joke. Twenty years! It was kind of satisfying, I must admit.
Otto was evidently impressed by his uncles' dedication to running. They're both runners and I think talked shop a little on Thanksgiving. Otto climbed into bed to snuggle the Saturday morning after Thanksgiving and said, "OK, here's what I'm going to do today. One, I'm going to eat breakfast. Two, I'm going to go run. Three, I'm going to eat lunch. Four, I'm going to play PS3. Five, I'm going to to run again."
I said, "I hate to mess up your plans, but we thought we might go to a bookstore this morning and see The Muppets this afternoon. Would that be OK?"
"Yeah!" he said, then thought for a moment. "But I won't have time to run. I'll only have time to play PS3."
Priorities, priorities.
Jon's birthday was Wednesday, and the kids were really happy to get to have some cake and ice cream. And sing to him. And pick out funny birthday cards.
I decided to take them both with me to the Hallmark store to do the gift/card shopping. So we toodled over to the strip mall, parked, walked across the parking lot, and when I paused to open the store's door, Otto turned to me and asked "Mom, did you remember to lock the car?"
Gah! He is SO like his dad. Jon is a car-door-locking perfectionist. I am... not. I'm as likely to leave the doors unlocked as lock them, so not only was his question justified, but... I HAD NOT, in fact, locked the doors.
Caught red-handed, that's me.
Maybe that's why Bel told me I was on the Naughty List tonight.
Boy, they keep me on the straight and narrow, don't they?
