Farmville is a game on Facebook, and in the interest of full disclosure, I don't play it at all. So really, this farm is probably not at all like Farmville, but I think of it every time they play with the toy. The farm was originally a gift to Abbey for her first birthday, but Dylan is already obsessed with it. I am ashamed to admit that he plays with it pretty much every time he is in his high chair. I sing along with it so that I don't feel like I am parking him in front of a TV when I am getting their food ready!
With litte infant Abbey, I was so very careful about her toys. I tried to stay away from things with too much plastic, too many flashing lights, lead paint. Ok, so I still keep the lead paint away from Dylan. Otherwise, though, he is exposed to so much more than she was, because it's already in our house. I try make sure he plays with things like stackers, building blocks, Sophie the giraffe, and other things that don't have enough stimulation for an army of infants.
But it's so much simpler to clean up a kitchen without balancing Dylan on one hip, so Farmville will remain a permanent fixture in our dining room until he is sick of it.
I hate Farmville. My FIL plays it all day long - I mean, he's 47. C'mon. He even has long discussions on "corraling your farmer" and "sharing hay bales" with his friends and mom.
ReplyDeleteI can't handle it.
However, that toy looks really cute. :)
Diana,
ReplyDeleteUnless someone actually works on a farm, those sorts of words just shouldn't come out of their mouths. My farmville simply plays Old McDonald & Bingo the Dog. Although those can sound annoying by the fiftieth time, too :)
I think Dylan is more than ready now to be signed up on FB for the real FV(haha)!!
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