Our first toys

Our first toys 1


Our first toys

Mothers about the early development of their child

Oksana Naidenova and Moscow

I have not read any special books about the development of children. By the time my first child was born, my knowledge was limited to Nikitin's book "We, Our Children and Grandchildren" and several journal articles read during pregnancy. I read the Nikitins 12 years ago, when I had a niece, and was imbued with their ideas. And now, already with my baby, I tried to follow their advice. I talked with Pavlik from the first day - and talked like with an adult. I never lisped, called subjects by their own names ("machine", not "bibika"), always spoke about the color or shape of the object that showed ("I'll put on these white socks, it will be very beautiful, right?"). And if I forbade him something, I always explained why. Kid listened to me with pleasure, opened his mouth, moved his brows, all his own way showing that he was interested. And later he learned to answer me: agukal, moaning or even spitting, participating in the conversation in all available ways. I always chose toys very meticulously, in three dimensions: quality, safety, utility. Useless toys, I did not buy. In each of them there was some "zest", which helped the baby to develop: something was spinning, moving, sounding. The most favorite toy of the first year, starting from the first month, was the tournament. This is an U-shaped stand that is placed over the child lying on the back. There are three toys on it: a rubber peeple, a turntable and a rotating mirror. At first the boy looked at the swaying toys without stopping. Then he would chatter with his hands, hitting the toys, he learned to take them with his fingers, then with the whole pen. And finally, he mastered the "highest aerobatics": he lifted both legs, squeezed the toy and pulled it out of his legs with his hands. When our kid learned to sit (about 7 months), he sat on the floor next to the tournament and took off his toys, which hung on several different colored plastic rings. Ringlets could be separated and collected from them a chain. The only trouble was when the boy began to learn how to get up, grabbing hold of the tournament. The tournament on this is not calculated: it is light, unstable. Therefore, I removed my favorite toy for a while, and in 3 months I took it again - to the great joy of Pavlik. Now he walked around the apartment and wore a tournament in his hand. The second our favorite toy was the developing mat. It was a large square piece of cloth with illustrations for English folk songs: a rustling door in a tree; a sheep from a piece of fur; Shaltaem-Boltaiem, who played a song and attached to the rug with Velcro; appliqués in the form of sun and moon from gold and silver pimply fabric; soft figures of a boy and a girl - also on Velcro. To the pictures were sewn pieces of cloth of different texture. From 2-3 months the son lay on the rug, looking at the pictures, and he particularly liked the rustling door. I showed him the pictures and said what I was saying. Later, playing with the kid on the rug, I told him poems for each picture (S. Marshak, "Old English songs").

Even during pregnancy, I decided to decorate the nursery so that there was as little furniture as possible. A small sofa, a bookcase with toys, a large table (it was used as a changing pad) - that's all. The rest of the space was given for crawling. Beginning from the 2nd month, all the time when the baby did not sleep, did not eat, did not walk and was not in his arms, he spent on the floor. I put a large fleece blanket on the carpet that I sewed myself, and put Pavlik on it - or one (with toys), or myself lay down next to each other, and we played together. It was very convenient to be on the floor from the point of view of safety and from the point of view of development: the baby turned over in any direction, learned to sit, crawl; nothing limited it, and there was nowhere to fall. And of course, the son spent a lot of time in the hands of his parents. I was not afraid to "accustom him to my arms," ​​I liked to wear it. He also liked it. While I was in my arms, the baby got acquainted with the surrounding world, that is, with our house. We looked in the mirror with him, looked at the pictures on the wallpaper, photos, watched what my grandmother did and what Dad did. Often we looked out the window at the cars. True, I showed him and the sky, and houses, and trees, but cars were the most beloved sight. After 7 months, when the son was already able to sit, he enjoyed playing "toys from the kitchen." If I was in the kitchen, then he was sitting near the kitchen table, folding plastic bowls one into the other, knocking a spoon over inverted pots or picking up lids to them. Now our kid has grown up, but all my toy "inventions" have not disappeared: they are now happily played by his little sister.