Pattypans

One of my all-time favorite books is "Little Men" by Louise May Alcott.  In the book there is a chapter where Daisy complains that the boys won't let her play their games and Jo Bhaer (nee March) goes about creating this incredibly awesome pint-sized kitchen for Daisy and Nan.  We're talking a real working stove and oven and teeny little pots and dishes and it's...sigh.  Everything I wanted when I was little. 

Of course, fresh off the heals of Iris locking me in the basement yesterday morning there is no bloody way I'd let Senorita Sassypants access a wood burning stove.  Come on.  She'd burn the joint down, saving only her blankies.

In the meantime, I did manage to score in a major way a Little Tykes kitchen for only $20.00 from a very nice woman off CraigsList who let me pick it up and stuff it in the back of my car but two hours after I contacted her.

I then scrubbed the pants off it in our driveway during my lunchbreak from work and straight tore up my manicure from the bleach.  Ah well.

I could not WAIT to show it to the small fries--both of whom bolted (well, Ezra crawled thanks in no part to a shot of Rocephin to clear up his ear infection.  The Rocephin is like sludge so the shot in the thigh is anything but quick.  Unbeknownst to him, he goes back for a second dose today.  He's going to wig--gah.  Anyway...) for the play room once they saw where I set it up.

Iris was particularly fond of the microwave and of shoving her brother's hands off anything she thought she should be playing with.  Thing is, he doesn't shove her back (sweet boy).  He may need to once she gets bigger as I have a feeling she's going to need some firmer boundaries. 

Heh.







Rockin' kitty sticker thanks to the doctor.