Phew! We survived yet another in-home play date. I decided to approach this one with a more relaxed attitude...so there is dog hair (who cares), so the house isn't completely kiddie proof (show me what needs to be done), so I didn't make the muffins myself (big whoop). It made the whole experience more enjoyable.

And it was fun. The little people ran, walked, and crawled around. Playing with toys, throwing balls, grabbing toys from one another. I need to figure out how to get Wyland to share. I know he is only ten months old, but at this point if you take something from him, he arches the back and cries. It's not pretty...we're working on it.

Living Room converted to play room.

Also, I always panic about one thing in particular when I have these play dates: are there enough toys. I know this is completely idiotic. The kids will play with whatever. But I still am drawn to the toy departments at various stores. I have had some success and many failures picking out toys. It is so hard...I think there should be a testing room (although I wouldn't want to think about the germs that would grow in that room).

It's a winner