Teeth and Toys

He's got two teeth!

And, with it, he's got pain. And, whining. And, wanting only to sit in Mama's lap. And, to gnaw on celery sticks, then throw them on the floor.

His little collection of toys is growing. He's got some rattles, some little stuffed animals, two big-wheeled trucks, three tennis balls, a wipes box with some blocks in it, and an old cell phone.

He also likes window envelopes and the cardboard tubes from paper towels.

I figure that he will, eventually, end up in that horrid state that nearly every one I know with children has to deal with--Plastic Crap Overload. Kid's meal prizes, cheap holiday gifts, party favors, family presents, stuffed animals covering half a twin mattress, large plastic slides and large plastic playhouses, matchbox cars and actions figures--just the stuff modern American children seem to accumulate. And, I figure that I will be powerless in the face of the toy avalanche--that eventually, it will take over 75% of my home. And, I will end up giving up the dining area or half the living room to storing garish, probably toxic stuff that he'll only have an interest in for 10 minutes, once.

For right now, though, it all fits in a laundry basket.