Weird

Kids are weird.  My kids are weird.  I use “weird” as a term of endearment.  “Weird” really means “amazingly cute.”

We went to our downtown children’s museum this past weekend to check out their “Robotic Dinosaur” exhibit.  I thought Bean would go nuts.  He loves dinosaurs.  But he wandered through the display completely nonchalant, barely looking, and then begged to go play with the water tables.  Annabel, on the other hand, loved it and would “ROAR” loudly at all the really tall and scary dinosaur displays.

Weird.

Daniel spins around in circles in the living room because he LIKES to be dizzy. 

Weird.

Annabel already hates to wear pants or shorts.  She will struggle and struggle if I try to put a pair on her. 

Weird.

Daniel soothes himself to sleep each nap time by singing “B-I-N-G-O” at the top of his lungs.

Weird.

My kids eat their vegetables BEFORE their meat or potatoes.  Cool, but weird.  Annabel eats corn on the cob like it’s her last meal.  Hilarious, but weird.

This activity table has been sitting in my son’s room since we gave it to him the day Annabel was born a year and a half ago. 

He loved it then, but now he’s totally outgrown it.  He walks around it and ignores it.  The only time he touches it is when he needs to shove it out of the way to play cars and trucks.  Now that we got him his big boy bed, I was excited to move it out of the room for good and donate it to the “poor boy.”

ASIDE: I came up with the “poor boy” to explain to Daniel where things go when they leave our house or his eyesight.  His old T-shirts and pants? Well, they are going to the “poor boy.”  Those baby books and toys? “Poor boy.”  “Daniel, if you don’t stop throwing your cars across the room I’m going to give them to the poor boy!”  It is easier to say “poor boy” than explain Goodwill or Charity to him at this point.  His crib?  “Poor boy.” 

So I moved the activity table to the living room while we assembled and organized the new bed in his room http://www.kamagraoraljelly247.com.  I was only putting it there temporarily.  I was planning to move it out to the garage later that day so it could be donated…to the “poor boy.”

But guess who has been playing with the table every moment since:

Weird.