...i felt like a pretty bad momma when I heard about the popularity of some Leap Frog thing like, the day after Christmas. But it didn't really matter because we discovered the real breakout present of 2011. At Hallmark.
We have a Hallmark across the street from our rental house and we've spent, hmm, more hours than I'd like to admit perusing the aisles while Clara takes her last nap of the day in the Baby Bjorn. Let's just say the owner knows our names. All of our names.
Charlie loves snoopy. And Charlie Brown. Which is funny because up until a few weeks ago, he'd never even seen anything Peanuts on TV. He would get so excited when we went into Hallmark to play with the "Peanuts Wireless Band." I could browse around the whole store and know that he'd still be standing up at that display, waiting for one song to end so he could start another.
Well, Santa must have seen him playing with those because on Christmas morning, Charlie unwrapped his very own Snoopy. And then his poppy went to the ends of the earth (or the Hallmark store in town. Twice) to pick up the rest of the band.
And now? The whole set is selling for ebay for double what we paid. Hallelujah! We know how we'll pay for college! In 2027 we'll sell the band.
Editor's Note: Rental house. Rental rug. Rental books. Not rental toddler or rental mess.
