Who needs toys?

Well, sorry for the blog silence this week. I have been busy running around doing errands. I am reorganizing our office- I bought a new bookshelf, lots of organizing folders and sort of going crazy trying to go through the amazing amount of papers and stuff we seem to accumulate. I am also trying to do some last minute decorating to our apartment that I never got around to when we moved in (I have lots of empty wall space right now). I think I am having some early pregnancy "nesting" attack. I realized that I will be gone for most of July and will come back 8 months pregnant to a very hot city that is hosting the Olympics! Which means I will not want to leave the house very much in August, then it will be September and the baby comes and nothing will happen with the apartment for months.

So, thus the blog silence this week. But i did manage to take some pictures and video of Austin. Before he was born, Chris kept asking why did we need to buy him toys- kids will play with anything. Granted, Austin does really like many of his toys (very few of which we have actually bought though- thanks to all the doting grandparents, aunts, uncles and adoring Chinese friends), but he also can entertain himself very well with other random items. See below for some examples.

This was a Saran wrap roll that I purposefully did not throw away. Austin soon discovered the noises that could be made if you talk through the tube and was entertained for quite some time.

This plastic box usually holds some of Austin's smaller toys. Lately hide and seek has been the definite favorite past time. The funny thing is now when he is hiding, he likes it when i ask him where he is and he always answers "no" (for example,
me: "Austin, are you under the bed?"
Austin; "no"
Me: "are you in your highchair?"
Austin "no")
until he "reveals" himself. Sometimes he is actually hiding behind a curtain or something that conceals him, but often he just covers his face with his hands or uses something (like a clear plastic box) to "hide" behind. We play this game about 20 times a day, at least.

An oven mitt.