My son is completely obsessed with Transformers. He talks about them all the time. He would watch the show 12 times a day if I let him. It is the first things he asks for when he wakes up in the morning. Yes, he may be a touch young for that level of violence but he loves it so much. He probably has 10 different Transformers and he know the name of each one.
He dreams about Transformers. He is going to be Bumblebee for Halloween.
This afternoon I was shopping for a gift for a birthday party when I saw him. Opti-Mash Prime.
How could I not buy him? A Mr. Potato Head that was dressed like Optimus Prime! Sure my kids have more toys than any two children could possibly require, but I think I would have actually been a negligent mother to pass up this opportunity.
Gabe and I try not to spoil the kids too much – we try to leave that up to the grandparents but today I could not resist. Ian has been carrying him around all afternoon.
I knew he would love it.
And yes, of course I had to buy something for the girl too. She is playing with these things right now. You can’t tell from the picture but they are sparkly.
I don’t know why the people baking cookies with their kids on TV always look so happy.
I thought it would be a good rainy day activity yesterday so The Goon Squad and I decided to make cookies.
Well, technically we decided to make cupcakes, but I only had two eggs and the box recipe called for three eggs. And my neighbors weren’t home. And I had a package of sugar cookie mix, so cookies it was.
In commercials they show a well groomed lady in a clean kitchen smiling with cooperative and appreciative children that are all wearing pants.
In my house only two of us were wearing pants and I made the other one put on underwear before he could “bake” anything. The kitchen was a wreck from the get go and my hair… let’s just say I haven’t showered since yesterday and I went to the gym this morning.
The directions were simple. A stick of softened butter, one egg and the mix.
Have you ever tried stirring a dry powdery mixture with two four year olds helping?
I do not reccomend this activity to anyone. (Except my enemies.)
It went poorly but eventually I got the first sheet of cookies into my oven. Then it went like this:
Are they done yet? How about now? How about now? Are they done now? Now? Now? How about now? Mommmmmmmy, are they done yet?
and on and on for 9 minutes.
Times four sheets of cookies.
And then:
Can I eat one now? Are they cool enough now? Why are they too hot? Why are you putting them on that rack? Can I eat it now? How about now? Now? I’ll only eat the cold part. Can I eat one now? Are they done now? Can I eat one now? Mommmmmmmmmy this is taking forever. This is taking one million years. Can I eat one now?
Until they cooled.
Then came the frosting. It took 10 minutes and they each frosted ONE cookie.
After that they complained about it.
Those commercials lie. Now my kitchen is an even bigger mess than it was when I started.
And now I am too full from eating cookie dough to go back in there and clean it up.
It is entirely possible that I gained five pounds and I don’t even really like sugar cookies all that much.
The next time it rains I am buying a bag of Oreos and renting a DVD.
Mommy Mommy! I saw something on tv that I want to do. Go on Sprout online dot com. It said to grab your Mom OR Dad.
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I’ve had that line sitting in my drafts folder for about six weeks now. Ian is the biggest sucker in the world for commercials. At first I thought it was just the websites for kids networks that he was into – maybe he just liked the games that they showed on television. But no.
Yesterday I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. Ian wandered in as I was putting away the leftovers.
Ian: Aw, man. I wish we had green bags.
Me: Why do you need a bag?
Ian: Green bags.
Me: You want a green bag?
Ian: Green Bags. You know, Green bags. They can keep food fresh for up to six days. Regular bags can’t do that.
Me: *speechless*
He is like a walking infomercial.
In fact, I just checked with him to make sure this picture was what he was talking about. He gave me a short speech about how the bananas on the left were fresh and the ones on the right were yucky. The he went through the same diatribe with the strawberries. I said “You said six days this says nine days” and he said (I swear I am not making this up) “Yes! UP to nine days!”
I want you people all to swear to me right now that nobody will ever introduce my son to Home Shopping Network.
