Can you guess?
Its our TV.
I am sick of it.
Last night Chad and I had a talk about the kind of parents we want to be. After the talk, we took the TV away. Its in my closet, retired. Lily woke up:
"bahters?(monsters inc.) Ah gooowwwwnn!! (all gone!)"
We made a trip to Ikea (my heaven remember?) and got Lily the easel, little table with chairs and that rad rug with roads all over it.
No more Nemo, more: playing, coloring, painting, building and learning.
This is going to be tough, I know.
But I know I will definitely not be regretting this decision.
Bring it on.