Drama, Babies, Pinochle, Insanity... (such random post titles this blog has!)

Drama Club auditions were May 31st, and meetings have been every Friday since. We have an awesome group this year! Well, we always have an awesome group. ;)  We're doing three plays: Patients Need Patience (by Shelby R. Swogger), Cinderella and Steve (by Louise Aden), and one whose title is yet to be determined (written by the actors themselves). They're all fairly short plays, so we've had plenty of time for games this year! 

During "Out of Your Box": President Mike is being protected from Thor by his bodyguard Caris. 

Another "Out of Your Box" situation: Abi, the babysitter, is trying to put the crying baby Sophia to bed. 

Telephone- Team #1 

Listening to instructions for the next game

Playing "Freeze"

One of my wonderfully mature co-leaders... ;) 

Sophia

Leify is quickly turning into a "big boy"... he has 5 teeth, is starting to eat solid food, and is just beginning to learn to crawl! He's very impatient with his (seemingly, to him) slow progress... he wants to get around and DO stuff!!!  He definitely has a mind of his own and clamors for independence already. With seven older siblings around the house, he seems to think that unless he states his opinion very loudly and clearly, no one will pay attention to him! 

We spent this afternoon playing an "Ultimate Pinochle Tournament." Since we now have SIX pinochle players (joy!), we had three teams rotating (two playing, one sitting out) until each team had played each other team. And each team won one game and lost one game, so we just called a tie. ;D 

Papa went to the store and stocked up on sugary snacks, so we found out exactly what happens when everyone is hyped up on sugar and playing "to the death" in a pinochle tournament...:

Sylvia: (talking about the cards!) Knut, can we trade marriages?
Knut: I wish. (pauses) ...That just sounded wrong...

Papa: (laughing uncontrollably)
Knut: Sylvia, what's the number for the nuthouse?
Papa: (still laughing) 1-800-SEND-JOSH.

Papa: Knut, what color was George Washington's white horse?
Knut: ...White...
Papa: Oh, he really IS smart!
Cecily: Actually, white isn't a color...
Knut: Yes it is; it's a color that's made up of all other colors.
(A long debate ensues.)

Knut: I purge all unnecessary information from my brain to keep it from interfering with my brilliance.
Sylvia: But your brain should have plenty of space! Remember that "the average human being only uses 10% of their brain capacity during their entire lifetime"...
Knut: That's the AVERAGE human being. I use 110% of my total brainpower.
Papa: So what would take 10% of a normal person's brain takes 110% of yours?

Sylvia: What was the question again?
Knut: What question?
Sylvia: The one I was supposed to answer.
Knut: My brain discarded it because it was useless.
Papa: What's useless: your brain or the question?


Why stop there? Here's the rest of the insanity that has been building up lately. ;) 

(Knut blows out his candles, but one is stubborn and doesn't go out.)
Sylvia: *laughing* Trick candles!
(All candles relight)
Grandma: Oh, they really ARE trick candles!
(Thor bursts out laughing)

(Guessing what Knut's smallest birthday gift is)
Cecily: It's a flea!
Knut: No, it's a JUMPING flea.
Sylvia: It's a single airsoft BB!
Papa: It's some extra air for his airsoft gun!
(Knut opens the gift)
...It really IS a single airsoft BB...
(Thor bursts out laughing- again.)


Knut: Does my shirt smell like chloroform to you?

(Talking about the merits of The Princess Bride)
Cecily: We could learn about how to avenge our father's death?
Knut: Wait, that would mean our father has to be dead first...

Mom: Knut, I told the kids they could have the little pieces. So Sylvia dropped the cookie container...

Thor: So why are people coming over?
Mom: Because they want to try to give their kids chicken pox.

Daniel: Hurry up and kill me so we can continue killing each other!
Knut: Checkmate.
Daniel: Yay!! *jumps up and heads for his sword*

Sylvia: Rosemary, where are Mommy's keys?
Rosemary: I don't know.
Sylvia: You were playing with them; what did you do with them?
Rosemary: Lost them.
Sylvia: Where?
Rosemary: Somewhere.

Knut: Bjorn, how can you not like raspberries?
Sylvia: Knut, how can you not like blueberries?
Knut: (in a "superior" tone of voice) They disagree with me.

Knut: HE is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. YOU are Thor, son of Josh, son of Grover.
Sylvia: And you should be helping to clean up the kitchen, O Thor-Son-of-Josh-Son-of-Grover.
Knut: Yeah. Thorin kills orcs. Thor cleans up the kitchen.
Sylvia: ..................just clean up.

Insanity

(After Gloria has asked six knock-knock jokes)
Gloria: Knock, knock.
Cecily: WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW??
Gloria: Little old lady.
Cecily: I don't have any little old ladies!!

Thor: He's got Africa- in his mouth; he's got Africa- in his mouth... (Leif eating a toy globe)

Sylvia: Camera card, please.
(Papa hands her his car keys)
Sylvia: Um... camera card, please.
Papa: *blink, blink* "Can I have your car keys..." "Camera card, please..."
Sylvia: Wow.

Sylvia: Have Thor sweep the floor.
Thor: *listening to a different conversation* YESSSS!!!!!
Cecily: *stares at him* Yes, you want to sweep the floor?
Thor: NOOOO!!!! *runs in the opposite direction*

Uncle Noah: If you don't want to know about it, stop talking about it!

Knut: Uncle Noah eats little kids! Oh, that's why you don't have any kids!
Uncle Noah: Yeah.
Aunt Marina: We ate them all already.
Papa: My grandpa always told me never to raise anything I couldn't eat...
Knut: My grandpa always told me never to raise anything I couldn't eat. I raised kids. I don't have no kids no more.

(While playing "Things;" Thor is "It")
Thor: *reading* Knut yourself.
Knut: THOR!!! You just gave it away!!!
Thor: Oh, wait... that was the name?

Uncle Noah: Who likes Uncle Noah's fire pit?
(everyone raises hands, including Cecily)
Cecily: Wait, what did he say?
Uncle Noah: I said, "Who wants to be burned up in Uncle Noah's fire pit?"

Paul: You know, that's wrong in so many ways, but it's still funny. Kind of like Knut.

Sylvia: His imaginary friend?
Mom: Yeah... or enemy.

Rosemary: We're the chicken pock girls! :D

Cecily (singing): Let us go to the house of the Lord...
Gloria: But it's not Sunday!
Cecily: True, but you can always die...
Gloria: Oh, yeah...

Thor: What other food do we have?
Knut: SQUIRREL!!!

Gloria: All I need is a roly-poly and I'll be happy for hours! Maybe.

Thor (eating a messy pulled pork sandwich): Pretty soon this may be dropping bombs...
Sylvia: Bombs??
Knut: Barbecued pork; same difference.

Knut: There's facepalm and headdesk.
Cecily: I know, but there could be a lot more, like face-plate...
Thor: Face-pulled pork sandwich...
Cecily: Or Face-book...

Cecily: Why is it "blimey cow" anyway? What does "blimey" even mean; is it a real word?
Sylvia: I don't know. For that matter, why "cow?"
Cecily: Someone was thinking of Chick-Fil-A.
~A little later~
Cecily: Slimy cow. But for some reason they wanted to have a "b" in there.

Gloria: Smart shoppers know. Stop n' shave.

If you give a big sister the task of putting her little sister to bed...

If you give a big sister the task of putting her little sister to bed, that little sister will ask her big sister for a pacifier. The big sister will find the pink one, but the little sister will want the yellow one, claiming that it's in the kitchen. The big sister will go downstairs to find it. On the way, she’ll notice that her little sister’s dinner dishes are still on the high chair, so she’ll put them in the dishwasher. While she’s by the sink, she’ll notice that there are about five dishes to be washed, so she’ll wash them. She’ll also notice that the sink drain is dirty, so she’ll clean it out. After sponging down the sink and rinsing it thoroughly, she’ll dry her hands and go into the next room, where she’ll notice that there are books on the couch, the pillows are crooked, and there’s a toy gun on the chair. She’ll straighten the couch cushions, put away the books, pick up the toy gun, and gather a few other random items that are out of place. As she goes to put them away, she’ll notice her sister’s pacifier on the dining room table and suddenly remember why she was down there in the first place! She’ll probably smack herself in the face for her stupidity and forgetfulness (or at least be tempted to do so), grab up all the items she still needs to put away and the pacifier, and run upstairs. She’ll drop off the toy gun in the boys’ room, give her sister the pacifier, wish her goodnight, and by now be laughing at herself for being so absent-minded. She’ll come to her room to type up the whole story on the computer. As she’s doing this, her sister will call from the other room saying she needs a Kleenex. After the older sister gets it for her, she’ll notice that her younger brother isn’t in bed. She’ll escort him to his room, pray with him, and tell him to stay in bed. And chances are, as she goes through her little sister’s room, she’ll notice several things that really should be cleaned up…

And she'll ignore them. >:D

True story. ;) 

Texas, Day 5, Part 2

We arrived home around midnight on Thursday night and have since been frantically trying to unpack and get caught up with life again! ;) 

Anyway, here are a few pictures from the river walk...

Leif attempting to steal Knut's hat

Gloria

Going down to the river walk...

:)

Family photos taken by Paul, Uncle Noah's and Aunt Marina's "boarder," who was there for the last couple days of our visit.