It seems that as your child grows that one is constantly re-arranging the house to better suit their child’s needs. We go from simple swing, play mat, and bassinet to a few soft toys, a larger mat, a playpen, and from there is merely grows. Suddenly there are colourful foam ABC mats on the floor, a child’s couch, chairs, table, shelves of toys, shelves of kids movies, toy bins, fake kitchen set-ups and you soon realize that your house is no longer yours.
My house looks like a daycare and its only going to get worse as I am now in the market to purchase a large toy chest, on top of that I want to find my son a table and chairs in which he can sit at and color or do other activities. I’m sure I’ll eventually buy or make a kitchen set for him, along with those things I’ve also been pondering over getting him more Mega Blocks and creating a Mega Blocks station. The family room is no longer a “family room” it’s a playroom for my son in which my husband and I watch TV in.
At the moment I would give a months paycheque for a toy which actually held my son’s attention for 20 minutes at a time. Instead of him climbing on the coffee table and jumping on the couch. I get tired of hearing myself some days and really think he has to learn the hard way. Of course I never actually follow through with that notion and constantly call him on his adventurous stupidity.