That might explain why it looks a bit like Toys "R" Us pulled up in a giant dump truck and emptied the contents of their warehouse in our basement.
So occasionally when Matthew is playing by himself, I'll sneak off to the side and get stuck into his tub of blocks. I sit on the floor completely engrossed in the tower or bridge I'm building. It's almost like meditation.
Only problem is, I can be very possessive over the thing I've made. I want it to stay in tact for more than five seconds. After all, I spent AGES building it dammit. (Stop looking at me like that) Matthew, seeing my intense concentration, strides over and with enormous glee, knocks it over with his mean toddler fist. Then stands screeching with delight at his triumph. I'm so
Ha! Yes I know. Complete nutter.
Next are bubbles. I find them totally mesmerizing. Long after Matthew has become bored and run away to chase something in the garden, I'm still standing there, blowing the shiny orbs into space. Note to those that like bubbles: Gymboree bubbles are far superior to the other competition (not even being paid to say that).
And last are crayons, and basically any art supplies. The old me that used to draw and paint craves art. But once again, Matthew can detect the fun I'm having like my dog detects any morsel of food, and within seconds has added his contribution of SCRIBBLES. Dammit.
I think I may need a playroom of my own...
Oh yeah and while I'm in the corner,