Babies are always changing, aren’t they? One minute you’re standing outside the hospital door, holding this brand new creature you finally get to take home, and the hospital won’t even let you back in even though you’ve realized you literally can not do this, and the next minute your little one is crawling and babbling and getting screaming mad because he can’t have your entire sandwich. It feels like just yesterday my little guy desired simply to get his foot into his mouth, but with great pride I have watched his interactions with the world evolve and grow ever more sophisticated. Here is a list of his favorite toys at ten months old:
If I remember correctly, this is a pretty nice spatula to cook with. My memory is fading, though, because this has been on the floor of my son’s bedroom for two months. It’s very good for experiments – what will happen if he hits a stuffed bird with the spatula? What will happen if he hits a ball with the spatula? What will happen if he hits a book with the spatula? This thing keeps my little scientist busy.
I’ve been using mason jars for food storage for years because they utilize vertical space well in the fridge. The lids rust, though, so at some point I replaced them with these. Now I understand that I misread the description – these are actually toys. They slide like an air hockey puck, they flip like a Solo cup, and they can be rolled with ease like my second Geo Metro. I was so embarrassed when I realized I’d been using a toy in my kitchen all along. I just hope neither of my dinner guests noticed. We keep one of these in every room of the house.
My son loves balls, and this ball for dogs is by far his favorite. This isn’t the exact ball, but I can’t find a link to one that’s coated with the saliva of a 45-pound lab mix. If you have a dog, imagine for a minute the things your dog has eaten or tried to eat. Consider what he or she licks. And consider how diligently you’ve washed your hands before even touching anything that would go into your precious baby’s mouth. It’s all a waste of time.
These slippers are very cozy. They keep my feet warm on chilly mornings. I also understand them to be quite delicious, as whenever my little one gets his hands on one it goes straight into the mouth. I’ve gotten pretty curious about what they taste like, honestly. I’ve considered giving them a little lick myself. But I do like to wear them on my feet and, unlike my child, I cannot get my foot into my mouth.
My son absolutely adores the photo frame wall I spent weeks meticulously arranging. When he’s fussy, he enjoys being carried slowly up the stairs so he can admire the photos, which are all of him. Gazing upon his own face soothes him when the world around him is ugly or boring or continuously doing gravity to him. He reaches out and grabs the photos. He babbles softly as he smudges the glass. He laughs with delight as he knocks them to the floor.
If you’re looking for a gift that will impress, look no further than this bad boy right here. The second my son hears the dishwasher door open he starts hand-slapping his way across the floor as fast as he can and tries to climb inside. I don’t know what he’s doing. I don’t know why he wants to be inside the dishwasher. Despite having never actually been inside it, the inside of the dishwasher is my baby’s favorite place in the house. The smile on his face as he makes his way to the open dishwasher terrifies me. I worry I’m going to close his tiny little fingers in the door as they try desperately to pull it back down. I’ve stopped even trying to use the dishwasher. I wash my dishes by hand now, as fast as I can before the rats come. The special little guy or gal in your life will love this gift.
Denise Resting 