I'm no Martha Stewart but I can make a mean playdough pizza

So, I went to pick up Mateo from the childcare center at gym that I go to, and imagine my surprise when I saw him coloring with crayons. Crayons! Why didn't I think of that? And it looks like so much fun! You know it's really bad when the only enrichment activity your toddler participates in is at the community center childcare where they pay a few high school girls minimum wage to sit on beanbag chairs watching TV, which I swear was on Jerry Springer before I walked in the door.

Before I had kids, I always thought I would be one of those moms who did really creative activities with her kids everyday. You know, the types who are always paper macheing something, or who have an entire closet devoted to beads. But then I had my son and all that changed. Now, I think I'm freakin' Martha Stewart for breaking out the playdough once every two weeks or so. It's sad, but true. No glitter, pom poms, or tissue paper projects for this family. Not that I haven't tried. He's just not interested. And I'm just not interested in scrubbing glitter glue out of the carpet for an hour. It's a win win situation.

In fact, my son has limited interest in anything that doesn't fall into these 4 categories: toy cars, real cars, pictures of cars, and Shrek. It's incredibly boring. I started taking him to expensive children's museums thinking I would be enhancing his IQ or at least killing time, and all he wanted to do was eat sand or look out the window at the cars pulling in and out of the parking lot. We could be doing that for free down the street at Dairy Queen and be getting Mommy her chocolate fix for the day! Well, on the bright side, he's a cheap date!