Showing posts with label toys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toys. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Update: Money can buy happiness

While my baby is practically perfect (what every parent says about their darling offspring) he has one downfall. He never takes a nap in a traditional crib or bassinet. I have tried to put him down and every time he wakes up within about 5 minutes. He likes movement like rocking or dancing around. I am fine with this, (there are bigger things to worry about) instead he will take short cat naps in his swing or in my arms while I rock him. (which I adore because who doesn't love a baby asleep in their arms, plus it is a great arm workout.)
So last night, I was completely shocked when I noticed that Liam had stopped flailing at his octopus toy that was hanging above him. Upon further inspection, he was sound asleep. Holy mackerel! I think a note of thanks is in order to the manufacturer.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Who says money can't buy happiness?




I bought happiness for Liam to day. It cost about $70. It was the Baby Einstein Ocean Adventure Gym. He is so happy and just looks and chatters at all the toys. So entertaining for both me and him.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

The Squeaker from Hell


Like kids, dogs have the same ability to pick the loudest most obnoxious toys ever to play with. This light bulb squeaker has been up on the window sill for weeks now because of the high pitched squeak it gives off. Ratchet loves to just walk around the house squeaking it. You can tell how happy he gets because he will squeak it faster and faster. Finally tonight, after taking these pictures, he managed to chew the squeak right off it. Even though I am happy as happy can be, it is sad because he loved it so. I couldn't even bring myself to take a picture of the dead squeaker. He will get over it, Christmas is right around the corner and I am sure something just as bad will replace it.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Who knew that there was so much fluff in some of those toys?


What is the funniest part is the one that looks guilty isn't the one that did most of it. Instead it was our little guy that loves to dig every last piece of stuffing out of what ever. Good times, and thankfully he is "helping" me lighten our moving load by ripping apart about one toy every day. At this rate, they will be getting all new toys by the time they move up with me.