One day last week, when I picked Nate up from daycare, he was playing with a wiffle ball. His teacher said that it's his favorite ball. The next time we were at WalMart, I was picking up some new filters for his humidifier and waiting for Rodgers who ran to get the milk. I saw a box of Garanimals balls. They were kind of like the wiffle ball because they had holes in them:
I thought it was worth a shot. For $2, I'll try it out. I handed it to him, and he held on to it, swinging it around and pulling on it, for the rest of our shopping. He cried, heartbroken, when I took it away from him to be scanned so we could pay for it. Nate and the ball have been virtually inseparable this week.
He is stalks the ball whenever he catches sight of it.
my precious...
But he does more than just hold it...
His favorite thing is to bang it against the ground.
Eventually, it pops out of his hand.
And goes flying across the room.
Which direction it flies is unpredictable. He looks around the room until he finds it, then he stalks it again.
Jack has one of these! He loves it!!He chases it around the kitchen!
ReplyDeleteAnd on the toy subject...its ridiculous how many toys Jack has...like...I dont like it, and he doesnt play with them. I have already put away two boxes of toys and he still has a ton. People just keep getting them for him, which is sweet but he doesnt need them! I think I have bought him two toys...like...total. His very favorite toy is a white mixing spoon anyway!