One of the things I hear
often while my daycare kids are watching television is “That's for
GIRLS” or “That's for BOYS”.
I played with all sorts
of toys growing up. We lived out in the country so I was outside
most of the time - hiking, building forts, playing in the dirt, etc.
But the toys I played with varied from Barbie dolls to baby dolls to
big trucks and Hulk Hogan figurines! It didn't matter that I was a
girl and played with “boy toys” and it didn't matter that my best
friend at the time (who was a boy) played “house” with me using
baby dolls and play dishes! We just PLAYED.
In my daycare, I have
toys that anyone can play with. If the boys want to play with the
baby dolls and pretend to feed and burp them, I let them. If the
girls want to play with cars and trucks, I let them. To me, it
doesn't matter what the toy is. As long as the kids are having fun, I
let them go.
So instead of worrying
that our boys are going to grow up being a “sissy” because they
play with dolls, or a girl is going to grow up being a tomboy because
she loves toy trucks, just let them be. Let them use their
imaginations and have fun. Let them learn how to be nurturing but
tough. As long as they're playing and using their imaginations, let
So in addition to running a home daycare, giving private piano lessons, writing children's books and managing a household, I now sell Avon!! You can check out my web page on the link below. Prices are great, products are great, and I think I'm going to have a lot of fun selling!!!
I should not be allowed
to paint!! Not only do I hate painting, but I always have incidents
when I do.
image from www.vectortoons.com
Last night I was helping
my husband paint a stair rail he had built, and some bookshelves.
The following occurred:
~ I sat in paint. My
shorts were covered in paint, as well as my rear end! So I stripped
from waist down, cleaned myself off, put new underpants on and
painted with no shorts! **And a prime example why I don't encourage pop-in visits!!
~ I somehow sat on a
staple. Stuck right in my butt cheek. Good times.
~ I got paint in my hair.
Don't ask. I have no idea.
Other than that, I did
pretty well. Missed a few spots, had paint all over my arms and my legs, but the painting is
done for now. For good, hopefully. I mean really, I'll just hire
someone next time!!!
Recently, my aunt and
uncle from Missouri visited us in Upstate, NY. As we do every year
that they visit, we had an awesome pierogi dinner.
photo courtesy of youtube
This visit, after we ate
a hearty meal of pierogies, kielbasa and other yummy things I can't
remember as I was in a food coma, we played a game of Parcheesi.
This was my first time playing this game. If you have never played,
it's like the game “Trouble” but with more strategy. If you've
never played Parcheesi OR Trouble, then Google it!
photo from www.toysrus.com
On this very night of
Pierogies and Parcheesi, I happened to win the game. Not only did I
win, but I CRUSHED my opponents.
So it was a fun night at
my grandparent's old farmhouse and I look forward to a rematch next
As I was walking through
the parking lot at the grocery store, I watched as a young woman
pulled into a parking spot, not looking up as she was driving, and
finally noticed me before she hit me.
She then put her cell
Ironically, she had a
Baby on Board sticker on her window. And a baby in the back seat of
I have several issues
with this woman. She was on her cell phone while driving. And she
was on her cell phone while driving with her baby in the back seat!!
She has a Baby on Board sticker on her car and I honestly don't agree
with those because (just like the Watch for Motorcycles signs) the
DRIVER has to be careful as well as other drivers. So just because
you have a sign on your car warning drivers that you have a baby in
your car, doesn't mean that YOU can drive stupidly.