Toys, Toys, Toys

Toys have come a long way since my kids were little.


This last week, my daughter and her husband came back to Maine. Their baby is six months old and loves his toys. They'll flash lights and sing and squeak whenever he bumps or pulls them. He loves his cuddly stuffed animals and cardboard books, too. He loves anything that rattles. We laugh as he shakes the daylights out of a teddy bear, trying to make it rattle. Already the house shows evidence of a baby on board.


One of my children's favorite toy was the Johnny Jumper. We wore out three of them. Some gently bounced, others swung to and fro. Another spun herself in circles, like a ballerina doing pirouettes.

As they got older, they liked wagons and scooter cars. Blocks and puzzles and dolls were standard favorites. I can't wait to buy my grandaughter a baby doll. They are so cute and lifelike now.


Swingsets and tire swings got well used, besides bicycles and Tonka trucks.

Legos, Matchbox cars, and plastic soldiers seemed to show up in the strangest places, but now I kind of miss them.


I have six months until Christmas, right? Oh the joys of buying toys. Isn't that what grandparents are for?


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