I belong to the local Nextdoor community on Facebook. I check it every day, not because I’m looking for anything specific but because sometimes there is interesting information posted. For example, on Saturday I will be attending a free learn to crochet workshop, at the local library, which was organized by a woman in the group who wanted to learn to crochet. I did crochet years ago but haven’t in maybe fifteen so I am going.
The other day, I came across a posting that made me chuckle and I figured that the poster didn’t realize that what they posted was funny.
I was tempted to reply and inquire about the free toddler! I didn’t because I didn’t want them to think I was putting them down in any way. But it did cross my mine and made me chuckle.
The next day I found this:
I really laughed out loud at this one because someone else had followed through with replying to the post. I figured I wanted to meet this woman. I might, one day. In fact, I will look for her at the crochet workshop in case she attends on Saturday. I also waited to see if the original poster would reply and wondered if she would be angry.
I didn’t have to wait long.
This one really cracked me up.
Being the grandmother of a toddler, I also found this a tempting post. Maybe we should list Spencer! 😉
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Posted in life, tagged fun, games, I Spy, quiet time, toddlers on August 23, 2012|
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In light of Anderson’s curiosity, I’m wondering if I should give him what I made for him. At first thought, it was a good idea but now I’m thinking maybe not.
When my kids were growing up, they had these wands filled with liquid and glitter and little, tiny “things” inside that would float inside the clear wand. The idea was that the kids had to find all the little things inside. They loved doing it and it was a great quiet activity that could be used in the car or in a waiting room, or any place else. I decided that I would go along those lines and make an I Spy type of game for Anderson. I got a clear plastic container and filled it with white rice (uncooked) and then hid all sorts of little things inside of the rice. There is a toy soldier, a ring, Sesame Street character stickers, a toy dinosaur, bright buttons in different colors and shapes, a shiny penny, a marble, etc., etc. I’ve sealed the whole thing with a hot glue gun. He will be able to hold the container and tilt and turn it to find the different objects in there. It’s an activity he can do alone or with help.
However, I’m wondering if the glue will hold. He’s a strong little boy and can open water jugs, soda bottles, and all sorts of things that I can’t even open so I’m wondering if he’ll find a way to turn and twist the lid until the glue gives. If he does, we’ll have rice all over and who knows where or when that will happen. Hhmmm. I guess I’ll have to take the chance and just watch him closely the first day. I’ll have to keep checking the seal, too!
Wish me luck. I’ll let you know if Mr. Destructo manages to make a big rice mess!
I Spy jar I made for Anderson.
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I think all parents, no matter how long it has been since they’ve had a toddler, can remember the times when they used to spell words around their kids. For as long as it works, it’s a lifesaving trick that parents rely on. It doesn’t last long enough. As soon as the kids learn their letters and sounds, they figure out what we parents are spelling.
We’ve been spelling around Anderson an awful lot. He loves going to the playground to ride on the swings but it’s not always convenient so we will sometimes say something like, “If he naps, he can go to the p-l-a-y-g-r-o-u-n-d for a little while.” Or “if you have to give him a p-o-p, to get him to do it, that’s okay.” He loves the swings and can spend hours, literally, at the playground so we have to be careful not to say that word around him or we’ll have to take him or bribe him with a lollipop.
Last night, I dropped my daughter off after shopping. It was after 9. As soon as we drove up, Anderson came running out the door and down the stairs with his dad right behind him. We thought he was going to run to his mom to see what she had in all the bags but instead he ran to his Little Tikes truck and jumped in. He loves that truck. Tina couldn’t get him to get out of it and go inside. I called out to her from the car that if she needed one, I had a “P-O-P” in my purse. She answered that she had one inside that she would give him if she had to to get him to go inside. As soon as he heard the P-O-P and the “conditional” , he jumped out of the truck and ran inside and waited patiently in the kitchen for his lollipop.
So now we can’t use “p-o-p” anymore. He knows what it spells. I guess we’ll resort to a Spanish word or something but I’m sure he’ll figure that out soon, too!
He’s just a little too b-r-i-g-h-t for us. And he’s only two! I think we have our work cut out for us!
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