One quiet Friday Jay, Milo and I visited the local Salvation Army. Jay has the better eye and he soon spotted some Disney records circa 1967 that had the most wonderful covers (and the Jiminy Cricket one above had never even been opened!). We debated for a moment whether Sadie would be interested in records or not, and then purchased six. Basically we figured she would enjoy them for about a week, and that a week of fun was worth the cost. Clearly we know nothing.
Both Sadie and Milo are addicted to these albums - and we're at least a month past that fateful day. Jay has an old Fisher Price record player (the full plastic deal with speakers built in) and it has been sitting on the kitchen table reliably playing an album during every meal...or any time we're in the kitchen. The house favourite is Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day: Sadie has every word memorized, Milo has learned to ask for "wiyo oooh oooh" and I can't stop humming Tigger's song. We actually avoid Disney most of the time, but I find these recordings incredibly charming and I can't complain that the kids have forgotten all about TV during their vinyl addiction. I've figured out how to set the table around the player and I don't think I could tire of watching Sadie carefully place the needle down or Milo flipping through the gigantic pages inside the covers.
Oh yes, it was well worth the investment. Lesson most definitely learned.