I caved. I completely and totally caved. I was firm on my stance that my house would not be invaded by thousands of tiny rubber bands, yet here I am…sharing my space with roughly 5,000 tiny, multi-colored scraps of rubber.
The pile on the kitchen table got larger this afternoon. I cleaned out the girl’s backpack. It was littered with bracelets, among other things. There are bracelets that look like butterflies, fancy hexafish patterns, bracelets to fit her American Girl dolls, and matching bracelets for the two of us. There are necklaces for both her and her brother. He has bracelets of his own too. She has even had me make her “barefoot sandals”.
To be perfectly honest, I’ve made more things with the Rainbow Loom than she has. You may have noticed in the picture that those hands were awful big to belong to a 6 year old… because they don’t. They are mine. I have no shame. I think I’m more interested in the Rainbow Loom than she is (she just wants the finished product).
I’ve fallen victim to Kiddie Crack.
My husband went to a concert earlier this week (Pearl Jam). I sat home after the kids went to bed, did my nails (Jamberry!), read a little on my iPad, and worked on the Rainbow Loom – all while watching old episodes of Full House on Nickelodeon. I have carried the Rainbow Loom to work (several times now) to work on during my lunch. When the kids want to do something together… wanna make a bracelet on the Rainbow Loom?
I think I have officially landed square on the pedestal of “old and lame”.
Kiddie Crack? Not here. Mommy Crack, maybe. Can I kick the habit? Only time will tell.