Say whatever you want, but I really do envy a new baby’s awe at the world around them; their ability to be amused by the simplest of things. We often joke about our own distractions by all things shiny, but with an infant, it really is all new to them. There was much brouhaha prior to the holidays about whether or not to buy presents for a newborn and, I’ll admit, Mrs. Big Dubya and I did bandy this about as well, finally opting to get the little guy a few things just for the requisite gift opening pictures. Needless to say, he couldn’t have given two shits (well, he did give one, but that’s another matter entirely). He was far more interested in the tissue paper and the wrappings – though he did show some keen interest in a signed Johnny Pesky bio – then again, that just might have been projection on my part.

Now, I know it’s all about the colors and the sounds and the touch – all that makes sense to me (ha, ha, damn I’m punny). But, I never noticed some of the other things he found enjoyable. One of our good friends gave him a Toss the Taggie – a super-soft ball with a rattling bell inside. What makes it different is that it is adorned with tags similar to those that would include washing instructions or Do Not Remove Under Penalty of Law warnings. When I first saw it, my reaction was “What the….?” Mrs. Big Dubya, however, quickly enlightened me that most infants are fascinated more by the tags than the object they’re attached to. Sure enough, there he was, holding the ball, touching the tags and putting them in his mouth. Though, personally, putting the satin tags in my mouth would cause my skin to crawl, but if he likes it, more power to him.

He’s also digging, as of late, the Fisher-Price Brilliant Basics Rock-a-Stack – something I am very familiar with since I think this toy has been around since Hector was a pup. Nothing complicated here, just some plastic rings on a plastic base that rocks back and forth, but he loves it. And, like everything else he comes in contact with, the rings double as teethers.

I think I’ll just sit back and savor this simple time because, before I know it, everything will have to be buzzing and dinging and require four Die Hards to actually work.