February 10, 2009

From Danielle & Jim, to The Wilkinsons... 6 Years Ago

So we celebrated 6 years of marriage on Sunday and took a road trip to Monchau, Germany. It is a town about an hour south of here in a little valley that was untouched by the war as you can see in its architecture. They have a beer museum, a really cool model train store, and a bunch of little shops and cafes. After that, we dropped the kids off with Matt and Sara and went to dinner at a place called Meds. It's a Mediterranean tapas bar and restaurant and it was delicious. We opted to get the surprise 3 course meals, mainly because we couldn't read the menu but also because it was a little risky. I ended up with a fish I have never heard of and Jim got beef in a sauce that is literally translated as squirrel mushroom sauce but I don't think it actually included squirrel. Now I am all about having a tapas party with fancy little finger foods and mysterious ingredients. Who wants to come?





Today Rhiannon took the Bath and Body Works spray that I keep in the bathroom and sprayed Brad in the face with it. I heard screaming coming from the bathroom and when I went in there it was all I could smell and his face was all red with tears coming out of his red eyes. I rinsed them with water but it took a few hours for them to look normal again. To top it off, she flat out lied and said she didn't spray anything! Like Japanese Cherry Blossoms are really growing in my bathroom.


On a positive note, she is doing really well with ski lessons and is advancing to the "big" hill next week along with half of her class. She is already better than me!

Last week, still hovering over Brad stumbling through life, I observed him right in front of me jump from the center console of the couch, bounce on his knees on the cushion, and then fly up and smack his head on the marble corner of the top of the heater. I can't tell you how long those 2 seconds were that it took him to turn around and I was just waiting for the gush of blood, but thank god this time his head stayed intact. He jumps all over the place lately. Jump, jump, jump.

I still can't get him to sleep like a normal human being. I have found him sleeping with Rhiannon and heard him playing for hours in the middle of the night. He just refuses to stay in his room at bedtime but I will not give up the fight even though it frustrates me to no end. I have found yet another baby gate ( I think we have 4 different ones now for various dangerous situations) that can only be described as a prison door. It is my chest high and made of wrought iron bars. There's no way he is climbing that sucker! Still toying with the idea of ordering it. I am going to give it another week of probable torture before I break down and do it.
Honestly, can I ever get a break?

Off to Amsterdam this weekend...