Pieces, pieces everywhere
Ken and I have tried to be conservative in our toy-buying for Gardner. We didn't want him to end up with too many, lest he become spoiled (or so the theory goes), OR lest we become overrun with the mass of it all. I think the latter fear has become realized.
Every night, I put away every trinket, every ball, every puzzle piece, every felt piece, every MegaBlok. It never fails that I will find a plastic spoon, an arm off of a plastic monkey, or a board book in a weird location later that evening (under the dining room hutch, tossed inside our bathtub, inside one of my shoes). I laugh, yes....but deep down, I realize that these little pieces of things are beginning to infiltrate our house in a way that's downright uncontrollable. When did it come to this?
The problem is that he still plays with ALL of it. Before Christmas, I sat down with a big box and swore to place every toy in it which Gardner hasn't touched in a month. After ten minutes and still holding an empty box, I had the slow but certain realization hit me: He does play with ALL of it! I only ended up putting in a few stray baby bottles (who knows how they made it into the playroom) and some baby rattles. I can say this: He is a kid who knows what he has, and uses it to its fullest potential. He likes to have options.
As messy as this colorful arrangement upon my floors may be at times (it sometimes appears as if one of those ball pits in the pizza joints has thrown up all over the carpet), I love the way it looks. Children's toys decorates a lonely, white room like nothing else can. I wouldn't trade a quiet OR clean house for any other house if there weren't Gardner in it.
Keep playing, little guy. And get ready....those toys will have to be....dare I say it?....SHARED in just a few short months with someone who's smaller than you are.
Every night, I put away every trinket, every ball, every puzzle piece, every felt piece, every MegaBlok. It never fails that I will find a plastic spoon, an arm off of a plastic monkey, or a board book in a weird location later that evening (under the dining room hutch, tossed inside our bathtub, inside one of my shoes). I laugh, yes....but deep down, I realize that these little pieces of things are beginning to infiltrate our house in a way that's downright uncontrollable. When did it come to this?
The problem is that he still plays with ALL of it. Before Christmas, I sat down with a big box and swore to place every toy in it which Gardner hasn't touched in a month. After ten minutes and still holding an empty box, I had the slow but certain realization hit me: He does play with ALL of it! I only ended up putting in a few stray baby bottles (who knows how they made it into the playroom) and some baby rattles. I can say this: He is a kid who knows what he has, and uses it to its fullest potential. He likes to have options.
As messy as this colorful arrangement upon my floors may be at times (it sometimes appears as if one of those ball pits in the pizza joints has thrown up all over the carpet), I love the way it looks. Children's toys decorates a lonely, white room like nothing else can. I wouldn't trade a quiet OR clean house for any other house if there weren't Gardner in it.
Keep playing, little guy. And get ready....those toys will have to be....dare I say it?....SHARED in just a few short months with someone who's smaller than you are.
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