Day 14 - Valentine's Day

• I just noticed that some words that have a certain meaning in conjunction with mothers or fathers completely change their meaning when mixed with other beings. Ok, I know that doesn't make sense, so here's an example: maternity and paternity are similar whereas fraternity is a student organisation. What's even more surprising is motherhood, fatherhood and Robin Hood. I mean what's being a parent got to do with a thief in green tights?!
• We have a ritual at home: in the morning when Heidrun gets up and I'm still in bed, sometimes I hear puking noises from the bathroom which is the signal for me to run downstairs, get something to eat, run back upstairs and give the food to her. (I told you pregnancy is a very ridiculous thing). Today I nearly chopped off my finger when I slipped off the bread with the knife.
• Today's Valentine's Day or should I rather say Florist's and Hallmark Day? So well behaved husband that I am I bought Heidrun flowers and prepared a Chicken Korma for dinner as she loves Indian food.
• The kids and I, we played "bed catching" all morning. It's a game Florian has invented. These are the rules: He runs around on the big double bed and I am circling it on the ground. Then I have to suddenly jump into the bed and try to catch him WWE style. If I manage to catch him I get half a point, if not then I have to lie still while he jumps onto my back and screams "ugha ugha ugha" while hopping around on me. When I manage to get a whole point then I have to "tickle attack" him which means that I tickle him until he says stop. Sounds like a weird game? It is, but it's fun!
• Update on yesterday's "Knife, Fork, Scissor's ..." rule. Florian asked whether bombs are for children which I denied. Later in the day I heard him telling Matthias that he thinks that smoke grenades definitely are for kids (reminder: have to stop playing Ninja Gaiden)!
  
• Matthias now has a phase where everything has to have a name and a number. I didn't understand where he got that from until he mentioned Thomas the Tank Engine. Then I suddenly understood, as every train there has a name and a number. That's pretty annoying sometimes when you read a book to Matthias and there is a picture of a crowd and you have to go: "His name is Hansi, his number is 5, his name is Burli, his number is 17, ...". (It's good to memorise a list of standard names you can throw at him)
  
• Florian also has a fixation: He wants to know the birthday of everyone/thing. Together this led to the following conversation while changing Matthias' nappies: "What's in my nappies?" "It's poo." "What's it like?" "It's big, brown and smells bad" "What's its name?" "Hansi" "What's it's number?" "15" "Who owns it?" "You!" "What's it's birthday?" "Well, I guess today Florian, because it was born a couple of minutes ago ...".
• We noticed today that Farfalle look like a bat. So officially since Florian likes everything super hero, they are now called Batnoodles - To the Batcave!
• Lunch: More Austrian fried Batnoodles. Dinner: ginger & carrot soup, chicken korma with rice, fried cucumber.