Saturday 16 March 2019

In the box

We were back in Bournemouth this week for more babysitting. Rain and a strong and bitingly cold wind kept us indoors, no strolling on the beach this trip. Our grandson played happily with a wooden shapes box made by Galt that we had bought forty-seven years ago for our first child. At some point the lid had needed glueing back together, but overall it has stood up rather well to a great deal of action!
This is how you do it, Grandad.
   
The house is crammed with toys, not only the old ones kept by us but also a great many hand-me-ons from friends and new purchases from family members and irresistible objects bought by the parents themselves.
Not every little  person of twenty months has a retro kitchen to prepare his nibbles in! (Thanks to his paternal grandmama.)

But, despite a plethora of toys, the hit of the week was a cardboard box. He hid in it, pushed about in it, rocked in it, chucked toys into it and threw them out again.
Every day a bit more messing about in an ever more fragile cardboard box!
      
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It was fun!

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    1. I remain out of the box, Tom. (Not the right size.)

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  2. Children and cats always rather the box.

    My grandchildren are all teenagers now and still rather a box, but, unfortunately, it is a cell phone. I miss those days of having a little one around. Your grandson is adorable and I know that your days with him are very special. Enjoy all these wonderful moments.

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    1. We waited a long time for this little character and we are enjoying every minute of him - even the very noisy ones!

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