What I really need is a category for SINFUL PRIDE.
January 10, 2011

So Charlotte got this blue plastic elephant toy during the holidays.  And I know I said no plastic BECAUSE IT WILL CHOP YOU UP INTO TINY PIECES AND MAKE A LAMPSHADE WITH YOUR NOSE (or it outgases, whatever), but if you saw the look of pure joy that came over that kid’s face when she unwrapped that sapphire behemoth, you would have indulged her too.

If not, it just goes to show that there are still some people with colder, darker hearts than mine.

The elephant toy is actually two elephants.  There is a big elephant, which she can sit on and ride, and then there’s a hook where you can attach a smaller blue elephant.  The small elephant also has a hook, so in theory I suppose that you could attach an endless number of miniature blue elephants.

But there’s really no need, because just the one little baby elephant dragging along by the hook on the momma elephant is adorable enough.

Here’s the thing, though: at first, Charlotte was much too busy double checking that her baby blue elephant was still attached to be bothered learning to navigate the thing.  The wheels don’t swivel, so if she wants to propel herself in any direction besides STRAIGHT FORWARD, YES, INTO THAT WALL RIGHT THERE…she was going to have to get over the novelty of having a tiny blue elephant dragged along behind her.

Also, if I ever wanted to hear a sound besides the wailing roar of frustration when she hit the wall again, and again AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN MAKE IT STOP.

A few days ago, she suddenly figured it out.  The odd thing is that all this time, I thought that seeing her scoot that elephant toy around in all sorts of directions would be one of those awesome parenting moments where you smile and nod but on the inside you’re really just a gushy pile of WHEN DID MY TINY DEFENSELESS BABY TURN INTO A REAL PERSON?!, but instead what happened is that she pushed it in a couple circles around the living room and then looked at me and busted out the biggest grin I have ever seen.  There almost wasn’t room left for her cheeks, THAT is how big the grin was.

And I smiled and nodded, but on the inside I wasn’t a gushy pile at all.  I was more like a big bundle of THAT’S RIGHT, BABY.  YOU KICK ASS.

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  1. By Alicia S. on January 10, 2011

    I can’t even describe how much I relate to this! My kid kicks ass too! :-P

  2. By Ann Wyse on January 10, 2011

    So the outgasing inspired some ass kicking?
    Sorry, couldn’t help myself.

  3. By on January 10, 2011

    I pretty sure you knew what she was gettting by the size of it.

  4. By Jill on January 10, 2011

    I have visions of a living room full of cool, quirky, and vintage-style toys for my child.  You know, Radio Flyer vehicles and hand-made wood toys from Amish country, and a Rody.

    Never mind that now.


    Please, please, please share with me the brand…

  5. By Sarah Christensen on January 10, 2011

    Jill - You can find it here: http://www.moosemountaintoys.com/products/view/9066

    There are also a giraffe and horse momma/baby animal mixes on that site.  If you google them, I’m sure you’ll come up with something.  They are advertised as Trunks and Lil Squirt.  Good luck!

  6. By william sawyers on January 11, 2011

    I liked your site from a children author





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