I find them everywhere: in my closet, in the washing machine, on the kitchen counter, in the toy boxes, in the car, on the floor and most of all in Asa’s hands.
What is it?
Matchbox cards? Nerf balls? Dinosaurs? Nope. None of the above.
Asa loves puff balls. You know, like pom-poms?
We had some out for Lydia’s birthday and he was totally attracted to them. I keep them in a ziploc bag and if he sees that bag he grabs it and grunts and whines till we open it and pour it on the ground so he can play with them.
If he’s being grumpy or needs to be distracted, just pull out some puffballs and he’s good to go.
But the best part is when he says it himself: PuHBaahs!
How did my little boy get so big?!