by statia on September 10, 2009

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.


Faith September 11, 2009 at 10:23 am

Just wait until he gets to the age where he discovers fire/firecrackers, and how simulating little war zones out in the yard can be so much *fun*. While I remember that stage fondly from when my big brother went through it (around age 7 – 10, as I recall…maybe 7 – 12 or 13, though. Not sure), I don’t think my mom really appreciated it as much as I did. Not sure why. Fake grenades! Woo! ::explodes::

Shanna September 11, 2009 at 10:46 am

Just wait for the Lego stage. That is SO much fun finding those with bare feet in the middle of the night, in places you never thought they would be. Bathroom, basement, laundry room, yeh. I think I had 3 years of poke holes from those darn things in my feet before Alex learned to pick them up. All it took was me throwing them all out a couple times before he figured out it was better to pick them up himself. And to think he turns 16 tomorrow. WAAAHH, my baby boy. ;)

Mina September 11, 2009 at 11:48 am

We had a similar problem but with a teething 76 pound 5 month old puppy. EVERY toy left on the floor obviously belonged in his mouth.

jesser September 13, 2009 at 9:04 pm

Are you familiar with the clean-up song? It’s annoying melody has quite the Pavlovian influence in our house. :P But seriously, you’re right. It really sucks. If I don’t want to supervise the slow-as-hell pickup process, I find myself picking up the same billion teeny toys about 10x/day. Maddening. And damn do they hurt. We are in the same situation over here too because whereas Tabby didn’t have much of an oral fixation, Ben puts everything he can grab in his mouth (luckily not much yet).

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