I've shared in this space recently that Jada's been pretty fussy of late. Well, we've found at least one thing that will cheer her up: toys. After spending most of her life more content playing with the cardboard box than the toy inside, Jada brightened up the other day when she and Amy went toy shopping and came home with a few new bright and shiny things to touch, beat, and drag.
I had just lamented the other day, when I was watching TV in our living room with Jada, that in a room full of various toys, she always seemed to gravitate to the few things in the room she couldn't play with: trying to knock over the vacuum cleaner, for example, or opening up a DVD case and holding the disc in her greasy little paws. Well, it turns out it's not a lack of interest in toys, just a lack of interest in ho-hum old toys.
I'm pretty sure we're not going to go to the other extreme and go on constant toy-shopping sprees; after all, we don't want to encourage an unhealthy materialism in our kids. But every once in awhile, I guess it's OK to bring home something new.