Toy Box

Bereket and Sira love fitting objects together, stacking, and especially tossing everything overboard the crib or outside our french doors onto the lawn (front porch still pending on our never-ending old house project); there's always a little pile of toys, bottles, binkies, books, and socks on the grass just outside our living room.

Tsega prefers to hold onto things and bat them in the air, sometimes on brothers' heads, so no heavy objects allowed; he always finds the perfect stick to play with outside and won't let go. Mama prefers herbaceous twigs to woody sticks since she still remembers the sharp jab in her eye and the plaster patch she sported as a little girl.

Yummy plastic & lead goodies straight from China. At least the toy box is home made (thanks Jerry!).


It helps when the boys toss toys into the box, but Tsega went crazy taking everything out (with two brothers egging him on) and finally fell in.



You can just make out the curly top above the swimmers leg (lotion needed mama, I know!). Busy boys :).