Forbidden Fruit

There is something so magical about the Waldorf ideal. Open ended toys made from natural materials, rhythms and routines, delayed academics, wholesome foods, and children who are never exposed to electronic entertainment. It's charming, and timeless, and almost nothing like what goes on in our house.

Oh yes, we've got wooden toys, we rotate books and aren't doing much academic work with my 6.5 year old. We eat well, mostly. I did stock up in Annie's gluten free mac and cheese at Target last week though. Did I mention the girls were there with me? Well, not with me, exactly, they were with Brad. In the toy aisle.

I can say we don't do television at all (actually, that's not entirely true; Lissie has watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Twice.), but I must admit to occasionally letting the girls play a game on my phone or on the iPad. But that's okay, right? Because they are always educational. Oops. So much for delayed academics!

And we try, we try so hard to keep licensed characters out of the house. So how is it that my two year old knows the names of every single Disney Princess?

And Dora.

How do we own a Dora coloring book?

But at least she was coloring in it with beeswax block crayons. That must count for something, right?