Friday, May 13, 2011

And Oh, Father Christmas, If You Love Me At All, Or An Unseasonable Praise Of Big Red Balls

In the last year or so, I have developed a sophisticated understanding of the ratio of expenditure to enjoyment in children’s toys.

What I have come to understand is that if you spend a lot of money and (and this is the important thing) get something that is shipped in a big box, enjoyment will be had.

One purchase with a very favorable cost to fun ratio is the big plasticky, light-weight balls that one can get at the grocery store or Target or many dollar stores.  Margaret has been enjoying hers greatly.

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She really likes lugging it about, no doubt realizing that if she falls while holding it, she will just bounce up again.

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But one of the things that we have been working on is playing catch.  We’ve started on the easy end – Margaret throwing things for us to catch – and she’s doing really well.  I am, of course, quietly working on annoying phrases like “it’s catch not chase” and so forth, but in general we’ve kept these games of catch low-key.  And she’s really getting the whole throwing thing.

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She’s particularly good at throwing her cup of milk.  We’re very proud of her.

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