I thought peer pressure was a teenager thing? E is certainly too young and aren’t I too old? Oh no. Though I’m not sure if it’s exactly peer pressure, since it’s mostly self-imposed. It’s just that I swing through the extremes of toy-acquiring. One moment I am Laura Ingalls on the prairie and my baby is only going to have a few carefully homemade, thrifty, simple toys. Like a hand knit blanket buddy! Or plain wooden blocks! Or knitted blocks! (Those knitted blocks really are next in my queue…) And then I see other babies at play group or the library or whatever and they’ve all got their Sophies and their Whoozits and omg my baby’s brain isn’t developing properly! She’ll never learn to walk! She’ll be tone deaf her whole life! Hi. I’m occasionally neurotic.
So tonight I was absolutely convinced that she needed one of those little bouncy things that hangs from the doorway. (And I needed contact lens solution.) So off we headed to Target, where I loaded up our cart with a jumpity thingamabob and shook a handful of toys at the poor tired little baby before choosing two that seemed to make her eyes light up more than the rest. Phew. (Totally fictional) crisis averted! So now she can spin and hop and dance with the rest of them and I couldn’t be happier. There’s nothing she wants more (except maybe to chew on the cat) than to get up and run around and I’m happy to be able to provide a mediocre substitute for that experience.