Leo, pictured with Beloved dog Spot (excuse the dirty face, why do I also hold the photo sessions right after dinner?), dressed in Easter finery (yes those are tap shoes, just sent from Grandma Jerry, I think that’s a hint that Ellie is supposed to take dance classes).
And all the rest of you stuffed animals? Be gone with you! (I confess, I do tend to anthrapamorphize stuffed animals and lots of other non human things so parting is a little stressful.) They make me think of that heart breaking book The Velveteen Rabbit and I have to sort of shut down as I shove them all into a black trash bag. But getting rid of those retched battery operated toys-the Barney song book and the evil keyboard that I swear is possessed or haunted…such satisfaction I cannot tell you. I actually did a quick sweep of the playroom the other night and it already looks better. I toyed with holding a garage sale (I even involved Facebook on this one, goodness am I even capable of making an independent decision anymore?) but there’s just no time. And it’s not like the Brooklyn days when we actually had foot traffic. Our neighbors had a sale last weekend and granted their stuff was outrageously overpriced but I swear they hardly sold anything.
I actually filled one bag of crap from the playroom already, doing a quick sweep on Tuesday night. Speaking of the playroom, this is what I found when I went downstairs to check on Leo early yesterday morning (he likes to play down there when he wakes up early).
Nice tutu, don’t you think?
4 comments:
I still have my rocking horse, giant bear, lion, and tiny lion plus cabbage patch doll.
I anthropomorphize too. I feel guilty if they are in plastic bags. I feel like they can't breathe. So we put a bunch in the basement. Oh the guilt!
He looks great in the tutu!
A lot of our stuffed animals are in bags in the attic, which was difficult enough for me. I can't bear the thought of some smelly redneck pawing through them at the Salvation Army. I just can't bear it. I'm a freak.
Eli would spend his life in a tutu and sparkly slippers if I'd let him. We don't have any of these things, but when he goes to his female cousin's house? Watch out. It's a princess party.
My mom is always looking for boys to take ballet -- send Leo to Phoenix and we'll enroll him.
This week I deep-sixed two of those huge books where you press a button and it plays a (very annoying) song. I did this with no approval from anyone and I have to say it felt great.
And odd you mention toys that make noise. I should really just blog about this but I seem incapable of writing about Sophie on the blog during a major holiday. Yesterday I was pushing a Rubbermaid filled with winter clothes under her bed and heard the thump-thump, thump-thump of a heart beat and realized that her area rug was on top of a play stethescope.
Not 30 minutes later, after dropping the girls at school, I got in the car -- expecting peace and quiet and NPR -- and instead heard it AGAIN.
It was yet another play stethescope. What were the chances?
(Sorry to BOYB -- your other readers must think I'm insane.)
I've figured out where the stuffed animals come from! We went to family Easter today. Guess what showed up in the Easter baskets? two new stuffed bunnies.
I could cry.
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