Complete with on/off switch, food bowl, and doggie bed. A little hard to pick out in the photo. We've been making our own playdough and experimenting with color lately--this week it's Jungle and Lava.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Polka Dot Robot Dog
Complete with on/off switch, food bowl, and doggie bed. A little hard to pick out in the photo. We've been making our own playdough and experimenting with color lately--this week it's Jungle and Lava.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Le Petit Artist
Charlie spends at least as much of his time drawing and sculpting as he does playing with toys. His favorite medium these days is a set of pastels:
Messy, but worth it!
The other day we were at the pharmacy and Charlie discovered a set of letter and number stencils. For $2.99, I indulged him. He carefully recreated the alphabet while I made dinner:
Messy, but worth it!
The other day we were at the pharmacy and Charlie discovered a set of letter and number stencils. For $2.99, I indulged him. He carefully recreated the alphabet while I made dinner:
Friday, January 16, 2009
It's NOT January
"You're Santa. I'm an elf. Get me some wrapping paper," commanded Charlie, a little fuzzy on North Pole hierarchy. He's still mourning the end of the Christmas season.
So we played Santa's Workshop for a while, wrapping bits and bobs from the toybox in napkins and dishclothes and loading them onto a sleigh. "This is Frieda," announced Elf-boy, gesturing to Brown Dog. "Frieda is Santa's dog. Brown Dog is back in Lunenburg. Frieda likes to watch the elves make presents. Good boy, Frieda!"
From there we went to inspect the North Pole on the map. "The North Pole is here," said Charlie, pointing to somewhere in the middle of Manitoba (close enough). To get to Lunenburg, we go here, and here, and here, and here," demonstrating a haphazard route across Canada. "To Lunenburg. Hooray!"
Hooray indeed. Where are my cookies?
So we played Santa's Workshop for a while, wrapping bits and bobs from the toybox in napkins and dishclothes and loading them onto a sleigh. "This is Frieda," announced Elf-boy, gesturing to Brown Dog. "Frieda is Santa's dog. Brown Dog is back in Lunenburg. Frieda likes to watch the elves make presents. Good boy, Frieda!"
From there we went to inspect the North Pole on the map. "The North Pole is here," said Charlie, pointing to somewhere in the middle of Manitoba (close enough). To get to Lunenburg, we go here, and here, and here, and here," demonstrating a haphazard route across Canada. "To Lunenburg. Hooray!"
Hooray indeed. Where are my cookies?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Jen Bailey Rocks
We so appreciate the Superman-y presents! Charlie couldn't be more thrilled. He spent hours poring over the superhero book. "Look, this is the mask that Beeman wears! This is the sticker for The Flash!"
When the Hall of Justice card game came in the mail, he picked up the little Superman figurine and started playing with him immediately. That was around lunchtime. It was at least 7:30 before the thing left his hand. He's got a little Superman-shaped dent in his palm by now.
It's terrific to have loving friends. And family. And blog readers. And those special few folks who are all three. Thank you!
When the Hall of Justice card game came in the mail, he picked up the little Superman figurine and started playing with him immediately. That was around lunchtime. It was at least 7:30 before the thing left his hand. He's got a little Superman-shaped dent in his palm by now.
It's terrific to have loving friends. And family. And blog readers. And those special few folks who are all three. Thank you!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Our New Year's Eve
"I'm going to stay up alllll night," proclaimed Charlie.
"Okay! Sounds like fun," we said.
"I'm going to stay up alllll night," chirped Charlie.
"Hmmm, aren't you a little tired?" we asked, yawning.
"I'm going to stay up alllll night," reiterated Charlie.
"Mmhflagle," we mumbled.
"Is it morning?" asked Charlie.
"Yes! Let's go to bed," we said.
It was 10:30. But next year we're staying up until 11.
"Okay! Sounds like fun," we said.
"I'm going to stay up alllll night," chirped Charlie.
"Hmmm, aren't you a little tired?" we asked, yawning.
"I'm going to stay up alllll night," reiterated Charlie.
"Mmhflagle," we mumbled.
"Is it morning?" asked Charlie.
"Yes! Let's go to bed," we said.
It was 10:30. But next year we're staying up until 11.
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