Today, I created something truly unique. I call it the “Slinky Flower”. I’m patenting it so please give me credit when you blog/pin/facebook/tweet and just generally share it around the world.
To do this project, you will need:
- One willing child. Although an unwilling one will probably also work (results cannot be guaranteed),
- One slinky. Preferably not a family heirloom as this thing will never function as intended again.
- Take a slinky and at your child’s request, wrap it around their midriff. I did it three times but four times would probably work as well.
- Take some pictures.
- Write a blog post about your brilliance. Note do not leave child unattended.
- When said child gets sick of your “project”. Tell them to “step out of it”
- Voila. Enjoy your Slinky Flower for Minutes to Come! That is until your other child takes it apart.
Is this an example of
pulling a fast one on me genius advertising or could you get them to do that?
Last night for dinner, Artemis ate ketchup. Not a lot of ketchup with some grilled cheese but ketchup, straight up. This morning for breakfast, Artemis ate (half a tub) of peanut butter. Not on bread but straight up. Luckily, Shoppers has it on sale this week for $4.49 a tub. Based upon my calculations, the two tubs I bought (with the $10 free card that Nanna gave me, thanks Nanna), should last me for two days. Make that 1.25 as Max just grabbed a spoon and is also sitting down for a feast.
This morning when I
I released the hounds opened the kids door I was greeted by a “sleepover” on the floor (the kids must have read my blog post). They’d taken their mattresses off and were sleeping on the floor. I often find them sleeping with each other (totally adorable).
But that’s not the end of the story, or even the point. Did I mention that they were t.o.t.a.l.l.y.n.a.k.e.d. I know that we’ve thrown around the word before and it has always meant that they had a diaper on but this time they were t.o.t.a.l.l.y.n.a.k.e.d. Great.
Thankfully, they’ve both started actively toilet training.
Besos, The Zoo