On the recommendation of a speech pathologist friend (hi, E!), we got Mr. Potato Head for E. He can help her learn body parts, how to take turns, and putting things "on" and taking things "off". Very exciting stuff, here! Sidenote (but related!)--she loves these guys! She especially enjoys putting the glasses on them, and then shoving them onto my face.
So, if we have Mr. Potato Head, then why would we also need the Mrs., you ask? Two reasons: 1.) I never had Mr. Potato Head (or Mrs.) growing up, and it was one toy that I always wished we had. A girl's gotta relive her childhood somehow, right?! and 2.) I keep having this vision of Toy Story now that we have the Potato Heads--that E's toys obviously must come to life whenever we're not around (I'm looking at you, singing Elmo.). So it would be so so so sad for Mr. Potato Head, when he comes to life when we leave the apartment or go to bed, if he were without his lovely wife!
And there you have it, folks--my weirdness in a nutshell. Isn't E lucky to have such a nutty mom?
xoxo
