Sprig Toys = No Torture for Mama on Christmas Morning!

January 27th, 2010

DaIMG_0026vid loves Dinosaurs.  He loves to watch shows like Dinosaur Train.  He likes to play with the dinosaur figures that we’ve amassed over the years.   He loves to pretend he’s a dinosaur with his big brother Benny.  He loves his dino PJ’s.   Yes, he’s a true dino-lover!

On Christmas morning, decked in his fleece dino pajamas, David opened one of his gifts.  A Sprig Dino Rig, part of the Adventure Series of toys!

What are Sprig Toys*?

Only the coolest, battery-less, imagination-inspiring, non-noise making, eco-friendly toys ever made, that’s what!

I found out about Sprig Toys at Type-A Mom conference and I was so impressed by them.  I instantly knew that David would LOVE them.

So, on Christmas morning I was further impressed when, upon opening the box, I discovered that nothing was secured in place.  No metal twisty-tied torture in this box!   That, right there, is big.  HUGE.  GINORMOUS.

It’s been over a month since Davey got his Dino Adventure Rig and Dolphin Explorer Boat.    He plays with them a lot and the boat and dolphin have become a constant at bath time.  That’s especially awesome because Sprig Toys are hollow, so no water collects inside the bath toy(s), which means no icky mold.

Here’s what David has to say:

Three Sparkly B’s

January 8th, 2010

Bethel

Bird

Bracelet

Christmas is Packed Up {but it’s not over}

December 30th, 2009

Peeking Around the Corner

Last night I packed up the Christmas tree.

I thought about leaving the mantel decorated, but I packed that up too.

I thought I’d regret it, but I didn’t.

Last night I packed up Christmas; I put everything neatly away in bins and boxes.

I thought it would look empty in here, but it doesn’t.

I thought I’d feel sad about it, but I wasn’t.

Because Christmas isn’t in the decorations, or the lights, or the gifts–

If Christmas is in your heart, you will have it any time you wish.

May the spirit of the season shine within you always, equally in June as in December.

The Room is Devoid of Christmas Now