Adventure Su'r'syot

Not to be one big Thomas commercial but I was sad that we were going to have to miss the Thomas and Friends Play Date at our local Toys 'R' Us on Saturday,



...so I took Jimmy to the ol' T'R'U on our own, with the camera!

I got the ZOMG face when we arrived at the parking lot.



Once through the doors, the Force fed the way...



...to Thomaslandia.







I can't get enough of the cute chunky Thomas trains they now have...



Jimmy kicks his heels up at the everything else.



Later, the third time popping the weasel:



(Hubby says it sounds like the broken, British, depressed robot ice cream truckman, "I'm sorry, all we have left is the Strawberry...")

And then a fruckride before some proud dedicated employee gleefully advised me that you're not allowed to take photos at Toys 'R' Us. I said "Ok" then took this picture...



...and then kept encouraging Jimmy to play with all the fakemobiles until she left. bitch

We managed to leave the store with paying $0.00. Yay, T'R'U! Lot's of fun, lots of play, lots of ideas, and no entry fee yet!

Frühlingsglaube

It's getting green outside!











Funny, I don't remember it getting this green this early before... *cough*global.warming.is.awesome*cough*cough*

A Dino Is Bornasaurus---In Our HOUSE!

Day 1:





Day 2: Peep!



Day 3: Cute, Cozy, and Carnivorous!



Day 4: Rawr!





Day 5: Dehatched, Decamped, and Scheming. Muuuugguuuuaahahahahaahaaaaawr!



No, just kidding, that wasn't a real dinosaur egg, it was a fake one that Jimmy found in his Easter Box-asket from his Great-Awnt Betty. 5 days of egg-based Merrimentasaurus Rex!

What I Learned This Week

I intended to make a list of things I learned this week, but I can only come up with one lesson: BJ's Party Platter of Sushi is kind of gross.

Some other unsavory moments this witnessed this week:


Creepy Buzz Aldrin's waltz.


Discovering some photos say more about my windows than they do about yardwork.


Bosom Buddies still earns awards, mrrawrrrm.


Biddeford's La Kermesse festival is in jeopardy due to multipronged scumbag behavior. Shocking!

And I think that's it!

Maestr'uh-oh

Uh oh! Maestro James demonstrates his keyboard skills (it starts loud, sorry!)

No Time Like The Tardy!

Yesterday Jimmy and I were back at Greenlight Studio, we were responding to their Facebook post about throwing another Easter Egg Hunt, presumably thrown for people like us--the marginalized who never got it together to attend a timelier Egg Hunt. Also, it was during Greenlight's Half Price After 1pm Tuesdays so we were in!

I don't think Jimmy really understood the whole concept of egg hunting, he would find them (hard not to with Mommy practically throwing them in your hands with loud enthusiasm, and zeal) but he had no interest in collecting them. He ended up with 4, and then decided the fun came in opening them.









We (Mommy) were hoping to get free passes in our eggs, but we ended up with felt stickers and a kaleidoscope and a whistle, all were very cute. I had to laugh when I heard another girl opening up her eggs: "Another can of soap..." she said over a second mini-bottle of bubbles. Ha! Cute.














We had a great time, as usual, and Jimmy drifted off into extra-sleepyland extra early that evening (score!) We also enjoyed the free gluten-free muffin samples they are introducing this week, and I think Greenlight Studios is my favorite indoor playground in the area, I just think it's more parent-friendly than the others. I like the whole cafe concept, and the size helps--it's not as sprawling as the others so you can stay in one place and keep your eyes on your little ones a little easier. Merry Belated Easter Egg Hunting!

My Fair Polymath

Yesterday: Dairy Artist,

Today: Arbor Slayer!





After:





Yaaaay, look closely behind the web of sticks and branches and you will see Wally conquering the dangerous dangly limbs that cracked during a big windstorm a couple months ago. What a relief! I'm so thankful for the things my hunny can do around the house, if he could only meet my level of enthusiasm for Tony Dovolani, he'd be absolute *perfection*!

Ha! J/k, of course. He can hate Dancing with the Stars all he wants as long as he keeps up those bulging Renaissance Manskills. My living Butter Lamb, my hero!