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What a toddler wants for Christmas


As a relatively new parent, I have to admit that it is fun and exciting to shop for gifts for my little ones. As much as I complain about additional noise and clutter, it is almost impossible to avoid getting sucked into the frenzy of buying toys. I try to pick things that are more educational and stimulating, things that we can do together and that will be self-entertaining. However, there seems to be little correlation between the amount of money spent to the amount of fun to be had. A few weeks before Christmas, Davin got a big box in the mail from his grandma. The box had his Christmas gift in it, so its contents were hidden away (the contents of the box were much smaller than the box itself so it seemed a strange justification to use such a large box). The box itself has provided hours of entertainment not only for Davin but for his friends as well when they visit. It has reminded me of the simple things that can be hours of fun for a little mind. Leave it to adults to complicate play, to make it expensive and outrageous in some cases. I think that Davin's Christmas list would include: a pile of rocks, play dough, cardboard rolls and box, and an exotic trip to the park. I'm sure that the day will shortly come when Davin will be more excited by expensive gifts and hopefully I will be able to remind him of more simple pleasures.

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Laura said…
I believe this post Katie is my favorite one ever...how true it is! I cried tears several times this holiday season as I struggled against my want to buy buy buy for my kids, but because they are so young and don't know any different, they didn't need or want anything! Travelling over the holidays helped me limit my urge to buy, but when it came down to it, the boxes, the wrapping paper, etc. were the best part. I miss you and enjoy 'catching up' with your family through your blog!

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