Trenton has been giving me all kinds of headaches lately, but he’s so dang cute, it is hard to stay mad at him for long. He is proving to have the same stubborn will as his sister but is physically stronger than she was making things like getting him in the carseat a near impossibility when he doesn’t want to be there. (He really thinks he should be the one driving!) He is endlessly fascinated with toilets (dirty and clean), and has started throwing random things from the house in our recycling garbage can. As you can see here, he found my mascara one day. It was either cry or grab the camera, so I grabbed the camera. I made the same choice a few days later when he found my lipstick and painted his face. I think I was closer to crying though, when he found sister's nailpolish and decided that we should have a pink carpet. (Do you think he has too many female influences in his life? :-)) The most recent disaster caused by Hurricane Trenton happened last week. Remember that he thinks he can drive. He always makes a b-line for the front of the van and presses buttons until we manage to pry him away and get him in his seat or out of the car. He had been playing in the car one day after dropping the kids off at school. I didn't use the car again until the next morning when I went to take the kids again and there was zero power in the battery. He had turned the lights on and they had drained the battery. Fortunately my neighbor was able to come down with her car and with a little coaching from Barry on the phone, we were able to get it charged again and only be 15 mins. late for school.
Trenton has turned into a little parrot and will say back most any word you say. Our favorites of course, are “thank you” and “please.” Our least favorite is "stop it" that he learned from his sister. But it is pretty funny to hear him say “poof” when he has a messy diaper. He likes food so will ask for “pizza”, “hot dogs”, "candy" often in a hungry monster voice. I think since he can use his words to make himself understood, he is a little less frustrated and more cheerful, although he still can’t understand why we won’t let him play in the toilet, walk around with scissors, mow the lawn, or drive the car. We are mean parents!
This is the Passion Play Theatre where the residents of Oberammergau perform The Passion of Christ every ten years. It is a cool story dating back to the plague. This was where our festival was held. It was incredible, except for the near freezing temperature and occasional rain.
Our choir (minus a couple who had wandered away). I'm holding our silver microphone trophy (all of the choirs got one) after the awards ceremony.
I could not tell you about the festival with out including a picture of Prof. Eyebrows, our emcee. Yes. They are real!
