Well folks, we have a winner! The winner of our puke til you drop, can't look at scrambled eggs, who in the house took their shoes off in the last three days contest is:
ME!!!!!!!!!
We now have a number two incubating. Sometime in December or January it will make it's appearance in a remarkable pain free, joy and light infused 5 minute delivery.
I'm sure my two faithful blog readers are so excited right now. I love you too, Mom and Matthew. You are really what this blog is all about.
At some point in the next nine months I will gather enough energy to write about a 28 year old dream come true, but right now I need to go lay down and eat another half bag of Doritos, the great puke inhibitor.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Toys: Ugh, Gack....
Why do we do it? I've always despised the overflowing toy central in most toddler-owned houses. Maybe all teh toys start out organised neatlyl into baskets, but two seconds later, every single one is strewn on the fl0or and the toddler is in the kiychen playing the ultimate toy: the dog.
If the mom is anything like me, the sight of her once clean living room will send her into overwhelmed, exhausted mode, which can only be cured with half a bag of Doritos and a nap on the couch. Or perhaps mom won't even notice anymore and your entire visit is dodging a broken ankle laying on the floor in the guise of a Winnie the Pooh talking cell phone. I hate toys. And I already have a laundry basket full in the living room. Blast!
I think the toys are mostly for the parents who are desperatly hoping they will A.) teach their kid something educational and B.) keep their kid quiet for 15 minutes. Heck, we'd even take 10 minutes! But they never do. The talking toys never teach your kid to talk, the light up toys never teach your kid thier colors, and even more heinously, the musical toys never teach your kid an appreciation for music, or at least the kind of music you want to listen to on a long car ride.
Caleb, despite the overflowing bounty of colors, shapes and music available in the living room played with an empty Doritos bag and dog food all morning.
I hate toys
If the mom is anything like me, the sight of her once clean living room will send her into overwhelmed, exhausted mode, which can only be cured with half a bag of Doritos and a nap on the couch. Or perhaps mom won't even notice anymore and your entire visit is dodging a broken ankle laying on the floor in the guise of a Winnie the Pooh talking cell phone. I hate toys. And I already have a laundry basket full in the living room. Blast!
I think the toys are mostly for the parents who are desperatly hoping they will A.) teach their kid something educational and B.) keep their kid quiet for 15 minutes. Heck, we'd even take 10 minutes! But they never do. The talking toys never teach your kid to talk, the light up toys never teach your kid thier colors, and even more heinously, the musical toys never teach your kid an appreciation for music, or at least the kind of music you want to listen to on a long car ride.
Caleb, despite the overflowing bounty of colors, shapes and music available in the living room played with an empty Doritos bag and dog food all morning.
I hate toys
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