My littlest love. He’s my third and final baby. And every year for his birthday, I struggle to figure out what to get him. Not because I don’t understand him or “know” him, but because . . . well, it seems we already have everything, and I can’t imagine another toy entering my house.
But last year, after playing at a friend’s house in a ball pit, I realized we no longer had one of our own. A ball pit — perfect gift for D’s birthday!
He was thrilled! Delighted! And since then, I’ve come to understand why that very ball pit was the best and worst thing I’ve ever bought for my kids.
- It was so affordable! Keep in mind the balls came separately, but still, overall, very affordable. This is the one we have: click here to see the ball pit and the balls we ordered.
- It’s great for multiple ages. Even my 10yo still finds ways to have fun in it!
- You can lose pieces, and it’s still fun to play with. We bought 400 balls for the pit. I’m certain there are no longer 400 in there. But there are enough! And, unlike every other single game or toy in our house with missing pieces, this one is still in perfect working order, and nobody even notices when pieces — in this case balls — are missing.
- It’s portable! The ball pit itself folds up easily, and as long as you have somewhere to keep the balls (a hamper, a clothes basket, a bin, the bag they came in, etc.), it’s easy to move this activity from one room to another or even bring it outdoors.
- It’s great for being more than just a ball pit! Sort the colors, practice juggling, play basketball, pretend the balls are popcorn popping, or gumballs in a gumball machine, perfect for dumping the balls on each other’s heads, and, of course . . .for pegging them at each other so hard that they can leave red spots on the skin. So many games in one!
- The balls float! Which makes them great bath toys . . . or, apparently, for experimenting in the toilet.
- It’s safe! Yes, the ball pit itself is safe, the balls are safe. Whether my boys play safely in it is another question (“Mom, watch me jump off the bed into the ball pit!”)
- It’s contained. When I need all my boys in one place, out of my way, I simply send them up to D’s room where the ball pit is, for good, clean fun . . . that mostly stays put.
- Except when it’s not contained at all. Like when my sweet littlest love decides to dump the whole ball pit (since it’s so lightweight and portable!) down the stairs, and then say he needs help cleaning up the almost 400 balls that have rolled around into the playroom and dining room and hallway . . .
- . .. which brings me to my last point . . . Really, what was I thinking? In this house full of boys, THE LAST THING I NEED IS MORE BALLS ROAMING AROUND.