The Bomber's birthday is coming up this week, so for the last two weeks or so boxes have been appearing on our porch at an alarming rate. One set of large boxes came from my sister, who at least had the good sense to warn me what was coming. She sent him a ball pit. A Ball. Pit. Um, thanks Aunt Alex.
Anyway, the ball "pit" turned out to be more like a pop-up tent with a bazillion (okay, 200) plastic balls. In spite of the actual lack of pitiness (pitishness? pitfulness?), or possibly because of it, H-bomb adored it. Here he's showing me how the door works. Because I didn't, you know, set it up or anything, and he's almost three so he knows a lot more than I do. But I digress.
Aunt Alex wasn't satisfied with the number of balls that came with the ball pit, so she got extras. That's a lot of balls:
I guess having one's own ball pit is a serious business, which is why he has his serious face on:
Serious face notwithstanding, he really really likes it:
His parents, however, are not as completely thrilled with the ball pit. Because in case you've ever wondered what 200 plastic balls might look like rolling around your living room, here's a pretty good approximation:
Um. "Thanks" Aunt Alex. Really.
Seriously, though, I don't think pictures really capture how much fun the child had playing with this thing. So here's four minutes worth of video. (Watch it at your own peril.)
Havin' a Ball from Stinky on Vimeo.
What a fun gift! I'm sure chasing after the balls gets old, but... How fun!!
Posted by: On a limb with Claudia | 07/27/2009 at 05:19 PM
Jared loved his ball pit at that age! And the balls all over the living room are to prepare you for worse things to come. K'nex, snap circuits, etc. :-)
Posted by: Rose | 07/28/2009 at 01:10 AM