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A very large bouncy house now resides behind my in-law's house. My father-in-law (let's call him Bob, because that's his name) bought it at the flea market last weekend. The girls, needless to say, love it. They've been bouncing all week (well, except when hindered by the rain). I love it too because now we have an excellent Birthday Party attraction at our disposal. And if I play my cards right we can have the Bouncy Birthday Parties at my inlaw's and I won't even have to clean my house!

(If I put as much effort into cleaning my house as I do into thinking of ways to avoid cleaning my house...well, my house would be clean.)

I worry that my girls are terribly spoiled. Is it right that they have their very own carnival-sized bouncy house? Not to mention the bikes, trikes, and scooters; the Barbies, the princess figurines, and the baby dolls; the train sets, the magic wands, the Magnadoodles...my kids have enough stuff for twelve children. (Which explains the messy house.) When I was growing up, I got new toys at Christmas and on my birthday, and that was just about it. (As far as I recall. We did get things like paper dolls and coloring books and real books more often than that.) Then again, we grew up in a small town with only a grocery store and a drug store. It makes a difference when you do most of your grocery shopping at Super Target, with the toy aisle just a few steps away from the ice cream...I mean the fruits and vegetables. I do my best to limit the toy-buying but sometimes it's hard.

It's also hard for me to concentrate on this right now because it's Thursday afternoon and I'm off tomorrow and I just want to leave! Just pretend that I made lots of profound points about consumerism and raising children to be happy with what they've got and all that stuff. And enjoy your weekend!

ART for the Day
If she happens to be up when I take a shower in the morning, Phoebe hangs around in the bathroom with me...playing in the trash, dropping toys into the bathtub, etc. As soon as I turn the water off she stops whatever she's doing and runs to bring me a towel. Who needs privacy when you can have your own little personal valet! Posted by Picasa

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aimee said…
Points about consumerism well taken. :)

Phoebe is hilarious! She brings you your towel? Hee!

Cool that the girls have their own bouce thing.
10:09 PM
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