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August 26, 2002
PERILOUS PLOTS/CLANDESTINE MIDNIGHT PARTIES
The twinners are plotting against us. Paranoia, you say? I think not! Read on for conclusive evidence.
I was ordering Max’s school shoes by Internet (I’d rather pull my teeth with pliers than shoe shop with all three boys) when Jake had this huge tantrum over…um…well…something or other.
He was shrieking and I was afraid my neighbors would think I was murdering him (again) so I put him in time out. Now, I have to put him in what my sister calls “high time-out”—a place that’s too high for him to climb down from but that isn’t dangerous if he tries. Anyway, I put him in time-out on my dryer in the laundry room and ran in to finish my shoe order. I could hear Tommy getting upset that his brother was in “jail”. “Oh, no, Jakey!” he cried.
Shortly thereafter I heard laughing and Jake saying, “Thanks Tommy!” Tommy (that little *&^&!) had dragged a chair in from the kitchen so that his brother could climb down. They were both blissfully playing choo-choo and didn’t even look sorry for plotting against me.
CLANDESTINE MIDNIGHT PARTIES
The twinners figured out that if they stack their toys they can reach their light switch after bed. Whenever they do this there’s a big party going on in their room, and I have to ruin the festivities by turning the light back off. It’s a big bummer for them and they do not like it.
So, a few nights ago Lars had a late dinner meeting and when he got home around 11:30 p.m. I was asleep. The twinners, on the other hand, had turned on their light (unbeknownst to me) and were partying hearty. Lars interrupted the fun, turned their light off and told them sternly “LIGHTS OFF! GO TO BED!” He closed their door and had to laugh when they said, “No lights off! No-no. Da-Da, you go to work!!”
OH WHAT A &^%$ MORNING
Yesterday Lars got a 4:30 a.m. conference call from Norway and he was still talking when the boys and I came down at 7 a.m. Tommy took one look at his en flagrante delicto father and shouted, “Oh, see pee-nus! Look, Dad-dy’s pee-nus! See! Where is un-der-ware?” Lars turned bright red—I’m sure the person on the other end of the phone had way more info than they wanted about what my husband wasn’t wearing that morning. I was trying not to snort with laughter while dragging Tommy out of the room. Lars thinks it’s funny now. Kind of.
So those are just a few typical days at chez Johansen. If you’re pregnant with twins be afraid. Very afraid. ;)
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