Quarantine Toy Roundup

Quarantine has turned my home into a really shady preschool. I have never been super organized (or organized at all really), but the number of toys, art projects, chunks of dog hair (?!), etc. laying around the house are currently at an all time high. The other day I was trying to strain pasta, and couldn’t find the sieve. When I asked Margot where it was, she told me to “hold on a sec,” and grabbed it from the backyard. She had been using it to collect “sticks and slugs.” Cool. But the good news is, we never have guests anymore, so WHO THE HECK CARES? 

We initially moved to California because I am not good at being inside for long periods of time. We spent most of Margot’s first three years at the beach, the park, the mountains, museums, etc. Never in a million years did I think a pandemic would hit and I would lose my mind on Amazon looking for toys that could replace Disneyland or “the woods.” But alas, here we are. 

In the past 3 months, we have bought a truly shameful number of toys. Some great, and some that I have already rage-donated. So, I thought it might be helpful to some other stir-crazy mamas if I included a list of our most-loved quarantine toys on the blog today. I have organized the list based on which kid(s) play with them most, and even included one that I bought for myself. Let me know what you think, and if your kiddos love any of these toys too!

Full disclosure: This may just be part 1 of a who knows how long series.  

Max: 14 months

Cement Mixer

Max is at prime shape-sorting age. He still doesn’t quite understand the idea of turning the shapes around to make them fit, so he often gets frustrated and tries to hulk-smash this toy. Sometimes I guide his hand, but other times I let him struggle. When he fails, he collapses in grief, but when he figures it out, the amazement on his face is PRICELESS.

Bag Shape Sorter

This toy is very similar to the one above, but Max loves carrying it around by the handle. This is one of the few toys Margot “helps” him with, as they both love filling it with random objects and pretending its a suitcase for “vacations,” which are now just another thing I have to explain away as a relic of the old world order.

Push Around Buggy (Car)

We bought this for Margot for her 1st birthday because she was refusing to sit in the stroller. Max (go figure) loves the stroller, but also enjoys this. The horn is his favorite feature, and our elderly neighbors are always delighted when he shrieks and honks at them on our evening walks.

Margot: 3 Years

Face Paint

Margot’s favorite part of any birthday party is the face paint. (If you are hosting a party for toddlers and did not hire a teenager to paint her face, she will not shy away from sharing her disappointment.) Since there are no birthday parties in sight for us in the near future, this has been a fun substitute. This kit comes with stencils, but it’s also pretty easy to look up face paint pictures on Google and do a decent imitation. We usually do this when Max is asleep, and, yes, she likes to give me “princess crowns,” which is really just code for “ALL of the green paint.”

Daniel Tiger Board Game

This is a super cute introduction to board games for toddlers. It’s basically a tiny model of Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood, and the players have to go around the board filling their “backpacks” with items from stores and giving “gifts” to other players. It has helped us practice taking turns, being patient and sharing. We also play by Margot’s rules some of the time, which make no sense, and mostly involve her hoarding all of the items on the board. Less fun for me, but thrilling for her.

Lego Dollhouse

I really wanted to get Margot a dollhouse. And by that, I mean I really wanted to get myself a dollhouse. But right now, Margot isn’t really into dolls or dollhouses. However, she loves Legos, which has made this a really great toy for the whole family. We have spent several weekend mornings redesigning the house (there are directions for constructing several different layouts), and Margot seems to be more motivated to play with the tiny family after actually constructing their home herself.

BEADS!

These were really a gift for me. (See last section.)

Both: (Max, 14 Months and Margot, 3 Years)

Grocery Cart

We have a toy grocery store to go with this, but they honestly like the carts better. They tend to use them bumper-car style: Each kid grabs a cart and they run around the room screaming until they eventually ram into one another and spill their “groceries” everywhere. They also use them to cart other toys around the house, and then get mad later when they can’t find said toys.

Reusable Stickers (for sticker book or windows!)

We initially bought these for a plane trip pre-pandemic. On the plane, Margot played with them in the book for a while, but really enjoyed sticking them to the windows and tray table of the plane. At home, we usually play with them on the sliding glass doors. Margot will fiddle around with these INDEPENDENTLY for 10 minutes or so at a time, making up little stories or “movies” with the different people/animals. She has recently starting teaching Max how to play as well. It’s a great “do something while I make dinner” activity.

Me: 32 Years

I have been making bead bracelets with Margot for a few months now, and have found the process to be very therapeutic. However, I don’t love actually wearing these enormous, animal-shaped, chunky bead bracelets. So I bought myself the kind of bead kit that I had at camp as a kid and have spent many a night peacefully beading away. Dan thinks its weird, but I give it an 11/10.

What My Kids Are Reading: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Margot: 3 Years

Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Many of my days, especially this past year, have started with me spilling coffee on myself in the car, or breaking the photocopier 5 minutes before class starts, or forgetting to put underwear on my daughter. Oftentimes, these events are just the first domino in a day-long chain of fumbling and flailing that usually ends with me falling face-first onto my couch at the end of the night. On these days, I like Alexander, the protagonist of this week’s book, will lay in bed, roll my eyes, and tell myself: what a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

If you haven’t read it, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst is about a kid who also spends his day being personally victimized by one misfortune after another. Throughout it all, he just can’t seem to understand why all of these terrible things keep happening to him, and no one else. When I was a kid, I was 100% “Team Alex.” I harbored heart-felt sympathy for him, and believed that the injustices he faced were both real, and relatable.

But the part of this book that I didn’t necessarily pick up on as a kid is how Alexander is certain that these terrible things are happening to him, when, in actuality, they are happening because of him.

For example, at one point in the story, Alexander gets mad because “Mrs. Dickens liked Paul’s picture of the sailboat better than my picture of the invisible castle.”

An invisible castle? Really Alexander?

And while this is meant to be funny, and it is funny, reading this page, during this past week made me cringe a little.

It made me cringe because I know that when I spill coffee on myself in the car, its usually because I was too lazy to clean my travel mug and, instead, filled my “Home of the Monster Trout” mug to the brim, and tried to balance it on the edge of a cup-holder it didn’t fit into. And when I break the copier, it’s usually because, despite having read approximately ten thousand books, I will forever refuse to read simple directions. And when I forget to put underwear on Margot, I really just forgot to wash her underwear because I was watching Bravo instead.

So when I think about this past week, and this past year, and my whole life really, and I start to consider the things that have made me angry or frustrated, I have to ask myself whether these things are happening to me, or because of me. When I’m honest with myself, the answer makes me a little uneasy.

Throughout this past week in particular, I have been guilty of pulling an Alexander and making the situation about me. I’ve been trying to pick out the little things I’ve been doing right, as a person, an educator, and a parent, but not really spending the time to feel the feelings attached to my burgeoning recognition of what it means to be complicit in the problem(s) our country is currently facing. This story has reminded me of just how crucial it is to stop and ask myself: am I really on the right path, or am I just drawing an invisible castle, and then getting mad when it doesn’t make waves on the art scene?

What I love most about this book is that, at the end, Alexander complains to his mom about how horrible everything is, and she just responds with “some days are like that.”

She doesn’t cuddle him, or tell him that it will be better tomorrow, or validate any of his experiences from the day. Instead, she just serves him a little reality check and sends him off to bed.

Based on the uncomfortable look on his face on the last page of the story, it is clear that Alexander is having trouble making room for this newfound truth about the world: that some days suck, and sometimes the suckiness is your own fault, and oftentimes you have to go to bed at the end of the night without having made any of it any better.

On Tuesday, I read this book to my daughter, put her down for a nap, and then listened to Tiffany M. Jewell (author of This Book is Anti-Racist) talk about what we can do as parents to break the cycle of racism and injustice and teach ourselves and our kids how to better show up in the world.

One of the things that really stuck with me was when she said that consuming and trying to fix things right away is privileged behavior, and that we need to “check the urgency.”

This hit home with me because in the moment, I was doing exactly that. I think a lot of us, especially teachers and parents and teacher-parents, have this deeply ingrained impulse to fix and control. Kids grow up fast, and we only have so much time, and I oftentimes feel a great urgency to do it all, and teach it all, at once. But I need to remember that before I can fix a problem, I have to take the time to figure out whether I caused it in the first place. Otherwise, no matter what I do, the next day is just going to be as Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad as the last one.

So I guess my takeaway and my hope is that this week, and forever really, I can do as Alexander’s mom is teaching him to do: I hope that I can sit in my bed at the end of the day without a lot of answers and let myself feel uncomfortable. I hope that I can use this discomfort to help me figure out where I went wrong, and how to do better. And I hope that I can push aside the impulse to say “tomorrow be better,” when there is really no certainty that it will.

At the end of this book, readers don’t get to find out whether Alexander gets woken up to his ignorance or not. Does he eventually realize that he got the cavity because he didn’t brush his teeth? Or that his dad is annoyed with him because he’s just super annoying? My best guess is that if his week was anywhere near as Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad as ours was, he probably did.

Max: 14 Months

Max is reading nothing this week, as he is getting two molars and is having his own Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Mom and Dad Don’t Sleep Week.

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