...finding perfection in imperfection daily.
I have a dirty little secret…visit me here and I’ll spill it (twist my arm why don’t you).
How can I resist reading with that headline and illustration!!
Ahhhh, the early days of motherhood. Seems like just yesterday. Everyone told me they would grow up fast. Just didn’t expect it to be THIS fast.
Happy SITS Day!
We’ve had toys that have mysteriously broke or gotten lost. Oops – lol! My mom has this firetruck that just will not die! It randomly makes noise and the voices sound a little, ok a lot, creepy. Instead of throwing it away she tries to pawn it off on my. Heck no, woman!!! She bought it for her house and at her house it will stay!
Hmmmm… this confession “hit a cord” right away… then I saw the picture and I screamed… I own that same toy!!!
I got lucky – neither of my sons liked Barney – whew! But I did have to endure the creepy Teletubbies with my youngest.
I know what you mean about some of those toys being SO loud. I really worried about the effect they had on my sons’ hearing. Of course as you said, they were always bought by other people – I secretly cursed them. For some of the toys, there was an off button for the sound and the boys were too young to figure out what I did. For other truely obnoxious ones, I hid them in the garage for a month or two, then threw them away – I agree that I couldn’t give them away to charity because I didn’t want to subject some other child’s parents to it (or the child’s ears).I’m following you now. If you’d like you can follow me at http://www.wiimom.blogspot.com
Oh my gosh! You are so right it is scary! (is it bad I have too?!)yu-gi-oh, barney,spongebob… lol this is too much, I have forwarded it on – keep it up!
Laughing my butt off :0Too funny and so very true. You go girl!!!
best-post-ever. Loved it. So incredibly true. The giving of obnoxious toys is a rite-of-passage that no parent in the 20th (or 21st) century has been spared. Even back in the old-days (when everything was black and white)parents got things like clackers and kazoos (which could only be silenced through total destruction and frequently caused banishment from “inside” between dawn to dusk). But think about it without that stuff little boys would never have invented dragsters, monster trucks and (I may be too bold here but) Rock and Roll! So, rock on with your bad toys lads – I await a future of noisy innovation!
I know exactly what you mean about those toys becoming loud and obnoxious! LOLThanks so much for the sweet comment on twittermoms! Glad you found me since now I know where I can find you!Nice to “meet” you and look forward to blogging with you! 🙂
Love your blog! Looking forward to following you!
YOU CRACK ME UP! I really enjoyed reading this. I DO NOT think less of you, in fact I think you are brilliant! My dirty little secret… the same thing works with my husbands “stuff”. It just disappears.9 times out of 10, he never even notices it is gone. I usually put it away somewhere for a little while first to make sure he really doesn’t ever use it. But if after a little while that magazine or ugly collectible beer mug never crosses his mind, it too isn’t in my my house no mo. LOLLooking forward to following you!http://jessicanfamily.blogspot.com
Well, now that I know your “Dirty Little Secret”, I guess I’ll have to find someone else to inherit my grand piano. Don’t think it will fit in the trash!!Love your article.
Totally agree – and isn’t this so true…”So he cried for a minute and then found entertainment with a bendy straw, score!” Idea – paid service to rid others homes of such kid paraphernalia? There are paid services to wash out trash cans, why not?
Barney is the devil and has never been allowed in this house. Only once did my mom, while taking care of Hunter, turned that God forsakin’ show on, and it was the last time. Muuahhhhhh… Yes, my mom is still alive. 😉 I just remove batteries and/or don’t replace them. He doesn’t ask very often to fix or change batteries. Though now he says he can do it himself if I just give him the batteries.
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