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Frankly, I want to know how anyone with more than one kid has the energy to create the second kid, because by the time Bill gets home, I'm so tired I just want to hand Andrew over and go to bed. Alone.
Today, we went to the Playseum in Bethesda. Andrew spent twenty minutes dumping all the sand out of the sandbox, then another ten minutes taking all the fake food off the shelves in the fake grocery store, then another twenty minutes trying to stick his fingers into the bunny cages (very real bunnies, who were mostly blase about the whole thing), and then another five seconds attempting to use the fake fishing poles to beat another child over the head (seconds because Mommy can be way quick sometimes), and then a blissful twenty minutes banging away on the cymbals and drum set. I say blissful, not because it was quiet - it really, really wasn't, and I may now be deaf in my right ear - but because he wasn't actually destroying and/or hurting anyone. Annoying, yes, but those other moms could have left the room, I wasn't forcing them to stay.
Anyway, the Playseum was a hit. Andrew loved it. I'm wiped.
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Dear Inventor of Windows 7's split-screen ability, allowing me to type while Andrew watches Muppets on YouTube (current viewing: Lynda Carter singing Orange Colored Sky):
I love you.
Love,
Me
Today, we went to the Playseum in Bethesda. Andrew spent twenty minutes dumping all the sand out of the sandbox, then another ten minutes taking all the fake food off the shelves in the fake grocery store, then another twenty minutes trying to stick his fingers into the bunny cages (very real bunnies, who were mostly blase about the whole thing), and then another five seconds attempting to use the fake fishing poles to beat another child over the head (seconds because Mommy can be way quick sometimes), and then a blissful twenty minutes banging away on the cymbals and drum set. I say blissful, not because it was quiet - it really, really wasn't, and I may now be deaf in my right ear - but because he wasn't actually destroying and/or hurting anyone. Annoying, yes, but those other moms could have left the room, I wasn't forcing them to stay.
Anyway, the Playseum was a hit. Andrew loved it. I'm wiped.
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Dear Inventor of Windows 7's split-screen ability, allowing me to type while Andrew watches Muppets on YouTube (current viewing: Lynda Carter singing Orange Colored Sky):
I love you.
Love,
Me