That's one talented father! Beautiful job on the crib!
He is!
P.S. You can squeeze bleach water into the moldy toys and then drain them well.
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Make sure everything is dry when you get out. Doesn't matter what you get. SS is ten and loves to play in the tub. We've had to get rid of tons of stuff if it gets wadded up in the corner.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Make sure everything is dry when you get out. Doesn't matter what you get. SS is ten and loves to play in the tub. We've had to get rid of tons of stuff if it gets wadded up in the corner.
The rest of his toys are all hard plastic, thankfully.
We even had some hard plastic ones get icky. I had to throw away his basket ball set. He had this little hoop that suctioned to the wall and these really small basket balls (he had a set in case you're wondering) that we would sometimes play with. When he was littler I would help him wash and we'd shoot hoops and talk. We keep a cup in the tub for him to pour water over his hair when he's done washing. He was putting the little basket balls in a full cup of water. They would just sit in there. They got all slimy. I ran them through the washer with some bleach and they were okay.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I don't know. My kids just played with empty bottles and pool toys in the tub.
The blow up ones are nice cause when you need to, you can deflate them and shove them in a drawer.
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