Eight years into being Max's parents, we still go overboard with the toys, games, books, whatever. OK, we're that way with Sabrina, too, but there's more pressure on getting Max stuff that will encourage him to use his hands and his mind.
Of course, like any kid, the most basic, simple playthings bliss him out.
We visited my sister the other day. She had balloons left over from my niece's first birthday party and a helium tank. Woo hoo! THREE PURPLE BALLOONS. Max was ecstatic. He squealed.
Max, by the way, continues to refer to himself as Ur-Ul Max. If you say "Hi, Max!" he will shake his head at you and say, "Ur-Ul Ax!'
Do you think the Social Security people would let me put "Purple Max" on his card? Should we get the license plate? Hmmm, maybe a t-shirt will suffice.
Also happy-making: Sabrina offered to tie the balloons to his wrist, and she didn't even have an ulterior motive for being sweet to him, although going home she squirreled away all the rest of the balloons in the minivan. She has several hiding places there; the pocket of the armrest in the third row has a bazillion Silly Bandz. I don't think this qualifies her for Hoarders or anything, but we're keeping on eye on that one.
What sort of basic stuff amuses your kids?
