As I watched my 11 month old destroy the house with gusto today while I wondered why, with all of the toys in this house, WHY must he fling coasters like little Frisbees? Pull all of the books off the bookshelves? Take all of the CDs out and strew them around the office? Repeatedly take a nosedive into the laundry basket filled with diapers and toss them out across the living room? (Thankfully they were clean!) It got me thinking about his upcoming birthday in three weeks. (Wait, what? Three weeks?!) What am I going to get him?
Surely my little Stewie Griffin would love to get his hands on a rocket launcher or a knife juggling kit, but I don’t think those are rated in the 1-2 year old range. I started to look around the house at the things that he plays with the most to get some birthday gift ideas.
Then there’s the stacking toy, similar to the one below. They’re not rings that go on a pole, but they fit on top of each with a groove and notch. Of course Stewie Baby K doesn’t stack them. He takes the individual pieces and bangs them on the coffee table, TV stand, or floor. But that’s neither here nor there. I’m going for entertainment here, not mad Montessori skills.
Then there’s the pièce de résistance
Oh how he loves this. He’s not like any other little boy, though. Oh, no. He doesn’t give a flip about the cars. The cars are in the playpen; or more likely on the kitchen floor since everything gets tossed out of the playpen.
My little man uses this toy for evil. He turns it on and puts in the round topper from the stacking toy above. Did you notice that it’s made of wood? And round? And put in a rapidly spinning contraption? Yeah. That’s my baby. Or he puts his stuffed wizard in it and I can almost hear him maniacally saying, “Hehe, dance Wizard, dance!”.
But in his moments of calm he loves to sit down with a good book. A book filled with sweet, cherubic baby faces much like his own. He really does love this book.
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