Wednesday, January 31

because monkeys always make me laugh

So I've been sitting here forever (only a slight exaggeration) waiting for YouTube to give me the code so I could link to this video directly but I don't have the patience right now to figure out what is holding it up so I'm just supplying a link until I can fix it.

My In-laws forwarded one of the following 30 sec spots to husband and I easily found a compilation of the campaign on You Tube. What can I say? I want a trunk monkey.


An excellent example when advertising works (or in my case fails because I want the monkey, not the car).

Anyhow, I was trying to come up with a post, any post and it dawned on me why I had nothing to talk about: I've been house-bound for days, some spent entirely alone because of the business trip.

Sure, Bumper provides fun and a blog load of entertainment but after a few days everyone gets bored. Right now I'm not up to telling you how many times I've read her this book. And I also can't tell you how many times I tried to switch to a different book but nope, today it was all about Mr. Brown. Yesterday's selection was Max's Bath and I really can't stand that book. Max and Ruby are strange. That's all I have to say.*

* actually I also need to say that when I was looking for images of Max and Ruby, I found this Max and Ruby who would probably be loads more perplexing to read.

I hope we are feeling better by tomorrow so we can go to Music Munchkins because that is one fun class. Last week the instructor had a brightly coloured parachute which Bumper did not initially like. Bumper was a bit suspicious and she stood in the corner, hands clasp and turned slightly away while I sang with the other adults and pulled around the parachute with seated little ones on top. I encouraged her to join us but she would have nothing to do with it. She wasn't crying or upset, she just wanted to watch from a distance.

After a while we switched up and the kids got off the parachute. This time the adults counted to three and threw up the chute up while the kids ran in and that caught Bumper's interest. Soon we started to make an "igloo" with everyone inside and tucked under. Right after I ducked in, I saw her move forward. The mom sitting next to me also saw Bumper move and brought up her side so she could run in.

If you could have seen the look on her face when she took the plunge and ran under. I could tell that she was proud of herself and happy that she joined in. She looked up and saw how the chute puffed right up and she was in a tent with a whole gaggle of giggling little ones.

We really need that kind of day.

15 comments:

crazymumma said...

nothing better than parachute time! I think if you are into Max and Ruby and trunk monkeys....then you need to get out. Hard with little ones in the winter though. I feel for you.

mamatulip said...

Seriously, Max and Ruby annoy the shit out of me. Especially Ruby. Man, she's bitchy. And where the hell are their parents?

Mamalooper said...

"Oh the wonderful sounds Mr. Brown can make, he can sound like a cow...." Monkeygirl loves this book too - especially when we get to the "boom, boom, boom" part. I myself enjoy the "dibble dibble dibble dopp". Apparently I too need to get out more!

Max and Ruby are a bit bizarre. Ruby is just too darn good and nice.

Gabriella said...

I think I would prefer to hear about the second Max and Ruby you refer to.
And Samantha loves that show but all I want to know is where are their parents?

ewe are here said...

heh heh
We had a bit of parachute time -for the second time ever - at a playgroup yesterday morning. MF did what he did the first time--immediately walked ONto the parachute and stood in the center beaming at everyone. And once again, he had to be 'retrieved'... sigh.

something blue said...

I too want a trunk monkey with that awesome trunk monkey button! While were at it, throw in a parachute for good measure. If only every day could hold that look of awe, discovery and happiness...

Mimi said...

Oh dear. I followed the link to the alternate Max'n'Ruby. Shudder. I can't help but imagine what their adventures might be. But they look like they're having fun, at least ...

Mrs. Chicky said...

I want a trunk monkey too! They should come standard in all new cars.

Lisa b said...

yeah I want the monkey too. Advertising is wasted on some of us.
I totally have the most annoying max and ruby book ever "max's snowsuit". Don't check it out.
hope you get out soon.

nomotherearth said...

Would you recommend Music Munchkins, then? It's so hard to pick a music class from the multitude, and frankly, some of them are just lame. I also seem to find it hard to find classes that are run on the weekend (working mum).

kittenpie said...

Huh. I kinda liked Max and Ruby from way back before they were on tv... Perhaps because Max cracks me up and thwarts Ruby at every turn despite her bossiness, yet it never seems mean-spirited. Also, I love the retro toys in it. (But yes, I also wonder about where the parents are!)

MotherBumper said...

nomotherearth - I couldn't find your email but in case you check back: I like the Music Munchkins mostly because the other parents and kids are really cool. The class tends to be a bit heavy on "circle time" which I found hard for Bumper at first because she loves to run around. But the teacher balances this with activities like parachute, instruments and blowing bubbles while the kids dance around. I also like that she teaches manners and greetings which reinforce all the things I'm trying to demonstrate to B. For a price of 26 dollars for 9 weeks, I'd recommend it.

Jenny said...

Max and Ruby freak me out. Has anyone ever seen their parents?

I suspect they ate them.

MotherBumper said...

Max probably ate his parents on bread with lettuce and jam. Those bunny children are just strange.

lildb said...

Your child is beyond the legal limit of cute. I'm sorry to inform you of this, but I'm going to have to turn you in to the authorities.

uh.

I'm sorry that I have inflicted my super-sized nerdery on you. Please forgive me. I shall alert the authorities and turn myself in at once.

goodnight. no more drinkies for me.