To delay toothbrushing, Trevor built himself an arrow out of magnets, and then followed the arrow whichever way it pointed for him to go (needless to say, it didn't point him anywhere near the bathroom). This game lasted for a good 20 minutes or so before Trevi decided to try kicking the little ball bearings around the kitchen floor instead. He liked that game as well. I wonder how many of those things are under the fridge now....
Commercial TV has hit its target audience with Clara. She is young enough to want the dumb things in the first place, yet old enough to write out a persuasive explanation of why we should buy them. Unfortunately, she had a few things working against her on the Airblocks. For one, her birthday and Christmas have just passed. Secondly, we have no space for big giant toys. And the clincher: she got the price wrong. I googled these things (just to find out what she was talking about), and they can be yours for three easy installments of $29.95. Now that our daughter has the frightening skill of being able to repeat commercials verbatim (we don't let them watch much TV, I swear!!!), it's definitely time to go back to PBS only!
Trevor has always loved to cook (hopefully he will take over for us in a couple of years), but for some reason we never make mashed potatoes. We don't have potatoes all that often, really, and when we do, they are just steamed and plain. Well, we had some mashed potatoes at Nana and Papa's at Christmas, and the kids went gaga over them. Coincidentally, Chad came home from the grocery store one day last week with a humongous bag of potatoes that were free with the purchase of some other thing that we actuallly needed. There has been a fluorescent pink sticky note in the fridge for a week that says MAKE MASHED POTATOES!!!! So, finally, we actually cooked a dozen or so, and Trevor had the greatest time with the masher. Clara complimented the heck out of him for his culinary prowess, and everyone gobbled up their dinner. Good thing everyone liked them, because we have another 50 pounds of potatoes left to eat.
Commercial TV has hit its target audience with Clara. She is young enough to want the dumb things in the first place, yet old enough to write out a persuasive explanation of why we should buy them. Unfortunately, she had a few things working against her on the Airblocks. For one, her birthday and Christmas have just passed. Secondly, we have no space for big giant toys. And the clincher: she got the price wrong. I googled these things (just to find out what she was talking about), and they can be yours for three easy installments of $29.95. Now that our daughter has the frightening skill of being able to repeat commercials verbatim (we don't let them watch much TV, I swear!!!), it's definitely time to go back to PBS only!
Trevor has always loved to cook (hopefully he will take over for us in a couple of years), but for some reason we never make mashed potatoes. We don't have potatoes all that often, really, and when we do, they are just steamed and plain. Well, we had some mashed potatoes at Nana and Papa's at Christmas, and the kids went gaga over them. Coincidentally, Chad came home from the grocery store one day last week with a humongous bag of potatoes that were free with the purchase of some other thing that we actuallly needed. There has been a fluorescent pink sticky note in the fridge for a week that says MAKE MASHED POTATOES!!!! So, finally, we actually cooked a dozen or so, and Trevor had the greatest time with the masher. Clara complimented the heck out of him for his culinary prowess, and everyone gobbled up their dinner. Good thing everyone liked them, because we have another 50 pounds of potatoes left to eat.
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