I swear to Og, if he doesn’t stop blowing that damn harmonica I’m going to jump off the roof.
Anyone else get something for the kids or SO that they now regret?
Just be thankful you didn’t get him a set of drums.
You gave a kid something that makes noise and you’re surprised he’s still making noise with it?
How long have you been a parent?
I didn’t think he would be blowing it for hours on end. This kid must have some superhuman lung capacity. I thought the Legos would grab more of his attention than they did.
He goes back to his mom’s on Sunday though. And the harmonica goes with him. He he he! 
The rock tumbler. Who knew a bunch of mechanically swirling rocks would make such a racket?
The harmonica started playing again this morning at seven. Dear Og, what new terror have I unleashed upon the world? Forgive me.
Not having any children of my own, I can buy any noisy toys I want without having to worry about it.
Did I give the hubby anything I regret? No, I don’t think so…nothing noisy this year, and for a wonder, my family didn’t give him anything noisy, either.
I gotta second the motion.
NEVER, never, never never never never get a child ANYTHING that makes noise unless you are prepared to listen to that noise again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again …
I bought my daughter a few dolls with small parts, then later at grandma’s she got more. Now there are tiny little brushes, combs, shoes, etc. ALL OVER THE HOUSE. Luckily, we haven’t put the batteries in the doll limosine that comes complete with FM radio yet.
Dear Grandmother got my nine year old son a WOOD BURNING KIT for Christmas. I didn’t know they still made those things! Son unwraps it and I suddenly have visions of my house going up in flames due to a sudden diversion in the middle of burning a design in wood. (This is the same kid who goes the the bathroom to pee during commercial and forgets to come back to the television.)
I’m trying to think of places I can hide it…
I got a tad tipsy last night and decided to buy a CD that I didn’t get for Christmas. I ended up ordering seven CDs and now have severe buyer’s remorse. And it’s too late to cancel the orders.
This would be why there are electrical outlets in the garage!
The Play-Doh activity desk. I thought it would be a great way for her to be creative without making a huge mess, but the mess was still made. I especially hate the little bugger that grows hair; he squirts out 100 little pieces of Play-Doh that immediately dry out and fall to the floor.
in retrospect, I think that second pint of Baileys was a bad idea…