A daily photo-blog of my life as an American transplanted in the UK.
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Y4 - 88/365: Bubble Buster
One of Ryan's Christmas gifts, from Auntie Emma & Uncle Daz was a game called Bubble Buster. It's a bubble machine that includes two, battery-operated wands with a set of metal "prongs" on the end. When the metal bits touch a bubble (creating a connection between the two), the wand makes a sound to let you know you have popped your first bubble. This continues until your wand registers that you have popped 20 bubbles at which point it gives a different, melodic indication that you are the winner.
It's quite a clever little game, really, and I would recommend one to anyone with a toddler...even if simply for the bubbles. What toddler doesn't like bubbles?!
Ryan had a go playing his new game with Daddy and had an absolute blast!
He thought by positioning himself right at the bubble-producing "entrance" that he would have the advantage...but Daddy showed no mercy!
Here's a little video of the hilarity that unfolded...behold, his technique of bashing the bubbles into submission...
Clearly you could see this game was turning him a bit saft when he began to chew on the wand itself out of frustration.
From there...just in a daze.
Still, he's gearing up and has decided to begin some hard-core, bubble-busting conditioning tomorrow. Once he is confident he will challenge his Auntie Emma & Uncle Daz to a duel...via Facebook Event Invitation...and it's going to get brutal, folks.
Let NO bubble be UN-busted!
In other news...we've set up his foam letters and numbers in his room. Now he has a lovely and colourful decor on his floor. Not too shabby, eh? At least if he tumbles from his bed, he will have a cushy-foam landing.
Now, if I can just invent something similar that creates an effect similar to that of an electric fence, only a fraction of the voltage...meaning when nighttime-wandering-boy steps off the mat bits to proceed into our room earlier than 6:45am, he will get a small shock and/or catapult back into his own bed. Hmmmmm??
After two and a half years in a long-distance relationship, I packed my life of 29 years into 21 boxes and moved to England to marry and be with my husband, Matt. Now I'm reveling in the youth of my 30s in Great Britain, supply-teaching in primary schools near Birmingham and enjoying newlywed life, being a mommy, and all the surprises they bring!