Annmarie's Photoshopped Picture

(Before)

AFTER!

Holy Dinosaur Christmas, Batman!

My dear children have all but left trains behind as they plunge ahead to the next phase of their lives: dinosaurs! Edward's interest started last summer when we borrowed "Bill Nye the Science Guy Presents Dinosaurs" for probably the sixth time. I knew it had finally sunk in when he asked me for a brachiosaurus for his birthday.

It's been building since then. After he got his first dinosaur, he eventually built up enough courage to ask the librarian where the dinosaur books were. I even let him discover "Dinosaur Train" and I try not to cringe when he watches it.

The best part has been that he shares this enthusiasm with Frederick, who will stalk around the house saying, "I'm the biggest, meanest dinosaur of the moon!" (It's supposed to be "of them all" with a British accent.)

Then came Christmas Morning.

22 Dinosaurs, a giant dinosaur puzzle, 3 dinosaur books, and 1 "Ultimate Dinopedia!" From uncles, aunts, and grandparents. We all think it's awesome.

Except for . . . now the arguments at my house go like this:

Frederick: "That's MY Parasaurolophus!"
Edward: "But he has to stand here with the other Cretaceous dinosaurs!" (Edward, true to form, likes to organize them by time period. Or alphabetically.)
Frederick: "But he doesn't like Spinosaurus because Spinosaurus is a meat eater who bites him!"
Edward: "Then he can stand with Edmontosaurus or Triceratops because the are also herbivores. But he can't go with Brachiosaurus because he is from the Jurassic Period."

Edward usually looks over to me at this point and says, "Mom, I think I need more Triassic dinosaurs."

Winter Wonderland

Thursday, January 10, 2013