We were ever so fortunate to be gifted with a toy-store's-worth of fun stuff when our Little Goober was born -- from our BFFs, who's grandson had outgrown it all. And, since we don't actually have
room in our little house for all of that, we store most of it in crates out in the utility room, down in the man cave, and out on the porches. Because of this, I've discovered that one of my
very favorite things to do, when I know Calvin is headed this way, is to pick out a "theme-of-the-day" and pull out three or four toys and several books that fit in with that theme. This week I was almost
giddy when Lex texted me to see if we were up for a visit from Goobs while they went into Wimberley for a nice birthday dinner at The Leaning Pear. Why? Because it was finally going to be
Sesame Street Day!
Just a few days earlier I had decided that he was finally old enough for me to go up to the attic and dig out the Sesame Street Playhouse that his mama had loved so much when she was about his age, and I had it all cleaned up and ready to go!
The first things that caught his attention were the doors that actually open and shut...
then he realized there was
stuff in there that could be moved in and out.
He thought it was
magical that he could shove something through the door, then open the house and find it there on the inside!
So he had to open it out and actually
watch his hand pushing the chair through the door.
He even managed to discover the special button that makes Oscar pop up out of the trashcan all on his own, since I had forgotten all about it!
Then, just when I was thinking how brilliant he must be, he did this...
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Spoons are too slow, Mima! |
whilst doing his maniacal growly laugh, sounding like a cross between Cookie Monster and Animal!
A most excellent evening, wouldn't you agree?
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Woohoo! Daddy's back! |
Now the big questions is, how old does he need to be before I can go back up to the attic to retrieve Uncle Nootie's Brio train set?