Before Waylon was born, Austin and I had a really good time being judgmental about toys. We swore to never allow anything too noisy, too flashy, and most importantly, too plasticy into our home. No way, no how. We were better than that.
And then we had a baby.
From the beginning, this kid has been picky. He wants his nook, but only in the car. He wants to sleep, but only on his belly. He wants to eat, but only when I’m completely silent and not having any fun whatsoever. He is the king and we are his ignorant slaves.
But toys! We have control of that, right?
Without knowing it, WT has weaseled one of the #1 toys off the bad list: The Exercsaucer.
After rejecting the bouncy seat, the swing, or just laying on his back/belly for more than ten minutes–we realized he wants to be put down, but only standing up.
So we asked around, and within days were given a gently used saucer for our very picky manchild.
This big and bulky eyesore now sits in the center of our living room and has become the center of our universe. Command central. A happy place. Our most treasured item.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
And now, a tribute. (Music by Bill Ricchini)
What are some of the toys on your bad list? Have any weaseled their way into your house? Please tell me I’m not the only one.