Toys

I've cleaned the house and am waiting for the arrival of my inlaws to come back through the area on their car trip around the country. We've had so much company lately that I'm not sure what it feels like any more to ~not~ have company staying with us.


At any rate, I'm finishing up getting the house ready. I've vaccuumed, dusted, swiffered....made a roast, mashed potatoes, gravy. The key though to getting anything done when you've got an almost eight month old, I've found, is keeping them busy. And to be busy they need toys.


Mind you, she's got oodles and gobs of cute stuffed animals, blocks, plastic letters-one for each letter of the alphabet in stimulating colors and textures....things that light up, play songs, and make noise.


Those are chopped liver in her eyes right now apparently.


So you ask, what has really held her attention?


--An old chip bag that has all those neglected chip crumbs that one only eats out of chip desperation that I've stapled shut so she can whap it all over her play area without the gross dispersion of chippy tidbits in every which direction.


--A leather belt of mine. Mmm leather must be so tasty to a teething child.


--A cardboard hanger that one of her new bibs came on.


And best of all...


--Have your dog drink so much water that he hurls all over the hardwood floor that you just cleaned.


Talk about a look of sheer fascination, you'd think she had just seen Santa Claus.