New kit

So, obviously Alby doesn’t have anywhere near enough toys.  The additional storage I had to buy a couple of months ago certainly had nothing to do with toy v. space issues in our house.  Indeed, what even is too many toys? 

With this great philosophical question at the forefront of my mind I trotted down to the local toy store last month (who am I kidding, it was Argos, but as it turns out they have the best range of affordable toys this side of the M25) and purchased a toy garage and kitchen for Alby. 

I hope everybody appreciates my efforts at gender equality – no bias going on in this house.  (If we could all turn a momentary blind eye to the one doll and fifty cars currently in my living room I’d be very grateful).

The car garage was put up the minute we got home and was quick to establish itself as a favourite in the house.  Yes, it’s a bit on the big side but only a bit, and how else do you get a three storey garage and slide without it being on the big side? 

The kitchen has been hiding out in it’s box in the garage for the past few weeks, after it transpired that resurrecting a three storey plastic toy garage more than filled my angry-with-cheap-DIY quota for the month.  Today however, I braved hard plastic and cheap stickers to construct Alby’s first kitchen.  Let’s not be under any false illusions – it’s no A La Carte Kitchen circa 1984, however it’s not too bad.  It’s got an oven and fridge and a good number of utensils which can be bashed / bitten / thrown down the stairs. 

In truth, I most certainly do believe that there is such a thing as too many toys.  And I currently think that I am close to that limit.  However, I also appreciate the brilliance of toys – they keep my little man happy, engaged and preoccupied.  There is nothing more I wish for.