Friday, July 13, 2012

New Special Sponges

For the past two weeks, we have been presented almost every day with either apocalyptic heat or torrential downpours. Not conducive to frolicking in the backyard, let me tell you.

So, we've had to find things to do that are indoors. Also, free. Free is very important.

We have gone to:
  • the library
  • the other library
  • yet another library
  • the mall's indoor playplace
  • playdates with friends at their house
  • playdates with friends at our house
  • Chick-fil-A playplace (I buy a Diet Dr. Pepper. It's almost free. Actually, better than free, because I get a Diet Dr. Pepper. I think that should buy me at least an hour in the playplace, yes?)
Then, I started to run out of ideas and so one day we ended up at the Dollar Store. Not because I needed anything there, but because I thought maybe a brightly colored piece of plastic crap, cleverly disguised as a toy, would dull the pain of FOUR RAINY DAYS IN A ROW.

I was right! We got, among many other things, these sponges shaped like cars & boats & trains and Henry played with them ALL AFTERNOON.

First we painted with them.

Then, I let him rinse the paint out of the sponges in the sink. Apparently, this was AMAZINGLY FUN because it occupied him for 40 minutes. I kid you not. 40 minutes. THAT IS AN ETERNITY IN TWO YEAR OLD TIME.

It was enough time for me to unload the dishwasher, reload the dishwasher, wash all those dirty dishes underneath Henry's sponge pot (WHAT?), wipe down the counters, sweep the floor, and prep some dinner stuff.

Then I went ahead and saved a baby from a burning building and wrestled a rabid gorilla, becuase why not since obviously I am some super-human form of Mother.

After the thorough washing of the sponges was over, he continued to stack them, throw them, and put them in & on things for the rest of the afternoon, also took a bath with them, and then proudly greeted David at the door that evening with "Yook at my 'pecial new sponges, Dada!"

David looked at me like, "Seriously? His special sponges? You are totally brainwashing this kid."

Whatever. They were VERY SPECIAL SPONGES, thank you very much.

So forget the library. From now on we're going to the Dollar Store on rainy days.
Also, this is what Henry does when you tell him to give a thumbs up. I will never ever correct him. Ever. And I do not consider that brainwashing.

Well, not exactly.

1 comment:

  1. least it's not the middle fingers. Love you, Henry!