Wednesday, March 6, 2013

toys toys toys

Guess what is happening at our house!! That's right, 2 years ago, our little guy graced our presence the day before his daddy's birthday.  That means we get to celebrate 2 birthdays.  Or, according to his father,it means that the adult birthday now gets overshadowed.    

 I can't imagine why he thinks that.  What 32 year old does not want a cake in a dump truck.  hehe

Despite the intro, I actually wanted to focus on toys rather than birthdays.  For K.'s birthday, we got him this...
 B. and his brother spent over an hour hanging this master hot wheels wall track.  I'm not sure how long was hanging and how long was playing, but the kiddo's are pretty happy with it.  K. can't even reach the top yet he stands at the bottom and watches the cars zoom past and fly out the bottom.  At night, he puts his cars under a blanket to say "night night"  He is pretty grateful.
He also got this.  He calls it a man hat.  I don't know why except that he is usually wearing a purple bonnet or a pink thunder hat so maybe his father invoked gender identification and told him to dress like a man.  He now runs around the house hammering and sawing everything in sight.
 In addition to multiple small dump trucks and a true genuine German double decker bus, he inherited a John Deere tractor from our family friends. He has yet to figure out how to push the pedal and move, but his sister sure has.  He likes to sit on his "ta ter"  and smile. Again, pretty grateful

But, as grateful as he is for all of these big things, I think the best gift was from the cashier at the True Value in our small town.  She gave him a wooden paint stick.  According to B., he was holding onto the large stakes needed to block off our backyard for our new fence coming in a few weeks.  The cashier apparently judged his parenting and quickly traded it for a small paint stirrer.  Said paint stirrer acted as a screw driver, a hammer, a magic wand, a saw, a drum, and my favorite, the car launcher.  Much like the really fancy one hanging in his room now.  He and his cohorts, A. and B., played with it for an hour at least before it broke in half and began to look like the backyard stake.

Happy Birthday, K. I hope you enjoy all of your presents.  Next year, you are getting only a paint stick.

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