Posts Tagged ‘toys’

Playing with a box

April 12, 2010
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It’s NOT Christmas season, but…

October 9, 2008

I have been thinking about lists of who’s been naughty, who’s been nice, and what kind of toys might be fun to play with since I seem to be drafted into the playroom on a regular basis.

We just got a kid catalog in the mail, and Charlie and I oohed and aahed over the blow-up backyard ball pit, the $200 firehouse playset, and the super cool castle tent with tunnel. So, I added a few of the (much smaller) items onto Charlie’s “wish” list. These are just ideas about what he might be interested in. If you’re looking to get more creative or a lot cheaper, Charlie loves a lot of other things too: pictures of people he knows, especially if he’s in the pictures; books of all kinds, used or new, especially those about animals and those with tabs, levers and pullys but not those with lights, buttons and sounds—go figure; music of all kinds, especially instruments he can play with; clothes that are warm and cute, he’s a size 4T; and anything personalized that reminds him of the giver. (He’s been recounting how he made a puppet with me at the sheep play, and how Renee and he made a paper fan in class—six months ago. Last week we made a bird feeder out of a milk carton and every day since he looks out the window and says, “Mama, we made that. Together.”)

And just for my mom, I’m also writing a list of ideas for me and Jesse. Right now, it’s sparse. She’ll have to wait until after Thanksgiving to find out more. Until then…Happy Halloween!

Clean up, clean up

October 19, 2007

It has taken only a year a half, but it finally happened. Charlie cleaned up a mess today, all by himself!

Every time we play, whether in his room or in the other rooms that have secret stashes of toys, we sing “Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up” when we’re done with the toys. Jesse and I have both asked Charlie to help clean up (i.e., put a block in a bin with our assistance). At the daycare, at the end of play time, everyone also cleans up and sings the clean up song. Though my goal was to eventually have Charlie cleaning up his own messes, the repetition sometimes felt like yelling into a canyon. No response but the sound of my own voice.

Today, though, I was completely surprised by my baby’s newest accomplishment.

We were sitting in the kitchen. He was pulling out pots and pans and taking apart all of the small buckets of toys we keep on the window ledge. I was reading a magazine and helping him when he got stuck. The baby gate was in the doorway, keeping CW from taking the toy party to another room. After about fifteen minutes of quiet play, Charlie went to the gate.

“Mama. Mama. Mama.” (He likes to repeat my name emphatically.)

I look over to see him pointing into the living room where we have his favorite library book, Wow! America! “You want to read a book?” I asked.

He nods and nods and nods.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s clean up in here. Then we’ll read some books.”

He turned from the gate and scooted to the blocks and cars and other toys scattered across the floor. He began picking them up and putting them on the window ledge. “Eee uh, eee uh, eee uh,” he sang.

He was cleaning up! And singing the clean up song!

This wasn’t just one block in a box. He knew I wasn’t going to open the gate until everything was off the floor and he was moving as fast as his little legs and arms could move and singing the whole way.

I was amazed and totally impressed. I guess I thought I’d be cleaning up by myself forever. Nope. My baby knows the clean up song. What a helper!