It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Running with scissors, sleeping with sticks

“I take this to bed?”

It’s naptime, and Anna is offering a toy for my approval. They often do this. Play has been fun and it’s hard to let go. I will let them take a toy to bed, assuming it’s the right kind of toy. Books are fine. Soft toys are fine. Certain large, smooth plastic toys are fine. Anything that can make noise, anything that might poke, jab, stab, or choke is not allowed.

Timmy joins in. “I take a bed?” His toy is a bright red plastic block … what are they called? Sort of like huge lego, even bigger than duplo, but with only one or two bumps per square, and the bumps are large domes. Anyway, this toy makes the criteria: large, no sharp corners, little noise-making potential, unless it falls off the bed. Check.

“Can I take this to bed, Mary?” Nigel has a hobby horse. Soft head on long stick. Potential battery, poke and bruise risk of stick, never mind what he could knock off dressers within a two-foot radius of the bed, cancels out cuddle potential of head. Horse is nixed. Nigel opts for a book.

“I take this to bed?” Anna is insistent. I look down. She is carrying, as she has done for the last half-hour, a largish wooden lacing bead on a small plastic paint brush. Think about that for a sec. The child is carrying a choking hazard on a stick. Fine in a room with an attentive adult, for a child who rarely puts things in her mouth; not fine alone in a room for a couple of hours, no matter how non-oral she may be. “Here, Anna. Have this bunny instead.” Choking hazard on a stick is removed.

And Emily? Emily has her thumb. She doesn’t need toys.

They are all quietly sleeping now. Emily with her thumb, Nigel asleep atop his book, Timmy with his red block laying on the floor by the bed, and Anna with her fluffy bunny tucked under her shirt. (No, mommy is not pregnant.)

Play will resume in two hours.

December 11, 2007 - Posted by | health and safety, quirks and quirkiness, sleep

7 Comments »

  1. I love reading about these kids. I wish my son’s daycare provider would blog about him! I’d love to read about him in the middle of the day.

    Comment by heels | December 11, 2007 | Reply

  2. That is SO sweet.

    (I think they are megablocs, at least here in the states)

    Comment by Bridgett | December 11, 2007 | Reply

  3. Awwww.

    The Legos larger than Duplo bricks are called Quattro bricks. (Unless they’re from the other brand, Megablocs). Q is much, much more interested in using the container that store the Quattros as a drum than anything else. Hey, it keeps him busy.

    Comment by Lady M | December 11, 2007 | Reply

  4. oh its 9.30 am and you’re making me sleepy….!

    Comment by jenny uk | December 12, 2007 | Reply

  5. Nope, not megablocs. We have those, too. And not Quattro, either: the pegs on Quattros are shaped just like lego, only larger. These ones are rounded — DOMES, not flat tops. I keep thinking Imago, but googling proves that idea wrong.

    The mystery remains, at least till I get down to the toy store again!

    Comment by MaryP | December 12, 2007 | Reply

  6. “And Emily? Emily has her thumb. She doesn’t need toys.”

    That’s how my daughter is too. I never dreamed how much easier life would be if my first daughter sucked her thumb and attached to a blanket. (Of course, I haven’t tried weaning her off them yet, so I might learn there is a dark side to it as well)

    Comment by ktjrdn | December 12, 2007 | Reply

  7. I have pretty much the same rule for bedtime. Necklaces and small toys are out, but stuffies are fine, books are okay at naptime, not at bedtime, and any other small itmes may rest in her night table drawer or on her dresser across the room. She understands that if they don’t stay there, they will leave the room, so it seems to work out okay.

    Comment by kittenpie | December 12, 2007 | Reply


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