I've NEVER felt like I had enough for Sophia to play with. When she was little, I didn't really get the whole toy thing, since a granola bar wrapper from my purse or the earring I was wearing proved to be PLENTY of entertainment. But as she got older, I felt like I was missing the boat on the toy thing, forcing my toddler to still find joy in spatulas and dirt. Don't get me wrong, I think it's great when they're forced to use their imaginations with unlikely objects... but you can only expect a little girl to stack canned goods and empty a tupperware cupboard so many times. And reorganizing your kitchen gets a little old.
But something has happened in the last few months. Well two somethings: her 2nd birthday and Christmas. Combine those with a mom desperate for toddler distractions, and two sets of doting grandparents, and you get lots of great toys. I'm in heaven right now as she practices her drawing skills on her new easel and magnadoodle, plays lovely tunes on her xylophone, and drains loads of energy jumping on the trampoline. Nothing is a cure-all... she still screams hysterically when I'm busy and can't play with her (this need for company came with Mila), and I hate to say, (often) demands a show, just to constantly humble me and instill that horrible FEAR of raising a couch potato. But all in all, it has been so fun to feel like I have real kid's toys in my house... like perhaps she doesn't resent our home each time we return from a well stocked friend's. Thank you Nanas, Grandpa, and Papa!