Today was camp day at Ikea. My friend Columbia and I enjoyed a magic show, free lunch, and face painting. The kids had fun too!
Both William and his friend Zoe, got to be assistants for the magician. Zoe helped with a card trick and William did this:
Afterwards, William tried to replicate the trick by squishing a tiny stuffed animal in his fist. When it didn't work, he concluded that the trick had to be done with "magic things."
If you're curious what the kids' facepaint is supposed to represent, William is obviously Spiderman, Zoe is a rainbow kitty, and Jadzia is a duck. The last one was my fault. I suggested several animals to her, but once she heard "duck" she was stuck on it. The clown who did the make-up said it was the first duck she had ever done. Jadzia was delighted to quack quack around the store, almost making up for the fact that she is too young for the Ikea ballroom.
When we go to Ikea, we spend a ridiculously long time. The food is cheap and the kids are entertained, so the only real reason to leave is that it's time to go home and make dinner.
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Thursday, April 19, 2007
William gets poked in the leg
I've always maintained that with today's level of technology there should be some gentler method of immunization, besides a needle. Maybe orally through an eye-dropper, or rubbed on as some sort of cream. As I was telling William earlier, they should mix the vaccines in with different colours of face paint so you could get a fun clown face and be protected from disease all at the same time!
Unfortunately the clown face method is yet to come into common usage, so this morning my son had to get red-faced the old fashioned way: by screaming.
Now I hate needles, hate them, and seeing my son get two of them (one for each cute chubby thigh), made me want to cry too. One problem is that I don't know how much he's hurting. He cried, sure, but he cries in similar fashion when he has the hiccups, is hungry, or gets tired of playing with his dangly-mirror-turtle-toy.
At least his tylenol tastes like white grape juice. Why doesn't adult tylenol taste like white grape juice?
Unfortunately the clown face method is yet to come into common usage, so this morning my son had to get red-faced the old fashioned way: by screaming.
Now I hate needles, hate them, and seeing my son get two of them (one for each cute chubby thigh), made me want to cry too. One problem is that I don't know how much he's hurting. He cried, sure, but he cries in similar fashion when he has the hiccups, is hungry, or gets tired of playing with his dangly-mirror-turtle-toy.
At least his tylenol tastes like white grape juice. Why doesn't adult tylenol taste like white grape juice?
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baby,
doctor,
face paint,
immunization,
shots,
tylenol,
William
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