To Market, to Market, to Buy a Fat Pig.

Home again, home again, jiggety jig!

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE staying home with my offspring all day, but I am getting SO TIRED of reading THE SAME BOOKS and playing with THE SAME TOYS EVERY SINGLE DAY.

I could recite "Stomp your feet, clap your hands, everybody ready for A BARNYARD DANCE" in my sleep. (Which is troublesome.) I keep buying more books and bringing home more toys to appease my own boredom, and The Sprout will reject the books because they're not "his old favorites" and will play with the toys for a half hour and then never again. His favorite toys right now include Anything Dangerous, and nothing at all in the Approved-For-Baby category. He doesn't want HIS toys. He wants EVERYTHING ELSE. Which makes for plenty of lower-back pain and fatigue, as you have to pick him up and carry him to the opposite, "baby-safe" end of the room approximately once every ten seconds for about 11 hours straight.

I am having to come up with New Uses For Old Toys just to entertain myself in between the times he is bolting for the stairs and/or electric outlets. He has this plastic egg, it's green, and today I was putting it in my mouth and blowing it out as hard as I could, hitting him in the stomach. Which he found hilarious, so I had to do it approximately 365 times until he stopped giggling and scampered off to rip the surrounding power cords out of the wall. At which point I was dizzy from blowing it out of my mouth so many times in a row and could barely get up off the floor to clamber after him.

Remember those books where you could choose your own twists in the story? If you chose this thing, the book took you this way. If you chose something else, it turned out differently. I could sure use some of those in the picture-book variety.

To market to market, to buy a fat hog. Home again, home again, jiggety jog!

Sigh...