From the time our oldest first learned to stand, we've had a play kitchen within view of the real one. Three houses and three kids later, we always found a place to park that kitchen. We are determined to raise kids that can cook and playing along is the perfect way to get started.
I recently noticed our two-year-old taking a shine to "pretend cooking". The thing is, our tried-and-true kitchen didn't leave a lot of room for the elaborate dinner parties she and her siblings were throwing.
So I set out to find a replacement and found the perfect one (read on).
I was giddy, excited, and completely undeterred by the salesperson's mention of a difficult assembly.
Difficult? I have four kids; that word has no place in my vocab.
Hour two (midnight):
I gave it another hour, then gave up when I noticed I'd put a couple of pieces on upside down.
Look at these instructions (23 pages of them) and tell me you wouldn't have done the same at 1 A.M.
Day two. A fresh start. Hour three, hour four. With the exception of forced breaks for taking children to school and feeding them, I ignored my own need to sleep, eat, and be otherwise productive. I just kept going.
Even when this happened. More than once.
And look how good it looks against our family room carpet, with the clock charmingly set to the number of hours it took to assemble. Perfect.
Things I learned about myself: I am tenacious, I need to buy an electric screwdriver and, for six hours at least, I can survive on watermelon alone.
This is not an ad for this particular kitchen. My glee at how well it matches my family room carpet, is entirely my own. I would, however, recommend begging for a floor model if it's a kitchen you can see yourself buying.