May 9th, 2008 - Three beads and a baby
My brother sent me a blog post from an old friend from high school last week (if you followed the track-back: Hi, W! Other readers: Yes, we called him W. Or Dub or Dubbie. I hope he doesn’t mind me bringing up those old names.). Talk about a blast from the past. Except the post isn’t really even about him, it’s about baby toys: Three beads and a baby compares the expensive crib mobile he just set up with a baby toy his grandfather played with.
I agree that his grandfather’s was a better toy.
Relatedly, over the weekend, I went through Maggie’s toys again. The primary impetus was the trashed room that appeared after she began sleeping in the big girl bed (she stays in bed 95% of the time now, or at least has for the two weeks since we got home). But I also wanted to get rid of plastic toys if I could. I filled on paper box with toys to save–mostly books and puzzles she’s outgrown–for the next kid. Goodwill is going to get some of the plastic toys and stuffed animals she doesn’t need or I don’t want around. Her toy area is much simpler now, and even if she does pull everything out, it will be easy to return it. It’s mostly books!