The boy LOVES to be in the kitchen. As I was unpacking, this sponge was the only "toy" I felt was safe enough to play with in a new house, without any real supervision. This was pre-easel and pre-markers. I do have to say, the table looks very shiny, but I do hope this picture is not some twisted form of foreshadowing.
Every boys favorite "outside" toy- 15 feet of white cable cord.
That's a swiffer. In our yet to be paved- thank you snowy winter- driveway. He runs with it, as if he actually is swiffering, from the garage to the top of the driveway and back. He squeals with delight as he does this. It may sound cute, but really, it's quite pathetic.
I need to draw your attention to the jacket as well. It is large I know, but it was $16 and it's reversible(!). It's also a 3T and will likely fit him until he is 12.
My neighbors probably sit in their houses sipping their coffee as they watch my son "play" with his "toys". Surely they notice Abby sitting, quivering- for no reason other than we are not safely in the house- and tethered to the porch and think, "Wow. I wonder if this neighborhood is taking part in some sort of outreach program. There goes our property value."
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