And partially, we were giving Magpie a big gift so she'd have something to do when the other banana needed to be fed, put to sleep, or any of those other pesky things babies are always needing.
On the recommendations of several friends we got her Fisher Price's Learning House. And it was great. Magpie, and later Kay, spent hours playing with it and exploring the many features from telling time, to counting, to shape sorting on the door.
The funniest part, though, were the House aspects of the toy that were totally foreign to this apartment-dwelling city kid.
What's a mailbox?
What's a front door?
What's a door bell?
|Magpie, Uncle Ethan, and Baby Kay.|
And my brother, pictured below, loved most Magpie's confusion about what the red thingy was and the green stuff all over the base of the toy.
It's a flower, Magpie. And the green plastic? It's grass.
Just goes to show you: you can put the suburbs in a New York City apartment, but you can't put it in a City