We’ve hit the stage of small toys. I have to say, from a toy perspective, I really hate this age. The Mini is all boy. He’s into Matchbox, action figures with small parts, jagged glass, and other generally sharp objects that are fun to play with. And more fun to just abandon wherever looks good at the moment. This includes places like the hallway, the stairs, the middle of the kitchen floor, right under my office chair, and in the middle of the walking path to the toilet. I miss the stage where the toys were big, colorful, stayed in one spot, and the only way you would trip over them is if you were blind as a bat.
The worst part is that I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do when Little Girl starts becoming mobile, because trying to teach the Mini to pick up his toys is like trying to nail Jell-o to a tree. Let’s not mention that we are a long way off from leaving the land of little toys that hurt.