I agree completely. I grew up overseas dirt poor and remember having one used toy that I could call my own. I did get into a space creating frenzy for the first kid, but that more to do with folding and refolding onsies and painting the house. The second baby came home from the hospital and slept in bed with us (let the family bed bashers begin) because I found out that that was all they need. However, my well meaning in-laws, friends, and coworkers have given and bought me so much crap that I have been feeling swamped and actually left most of it in the garage with my first baby, who was an angel. We even had a garage sale and sold most of the stuff, just to get fresh loads of it when the next baby came along. I requested at both baby showers for diapers only, or contributions to their college funds if someone was so inclined. That is the main present the boys get from me and hubby for every birthday and Christams. My number two son has been a whole different story – screaming day and night. I have tried every trick and gizmo that I got to try to keep him happy – he is grumbling in his swing right now! Finally I started blogging and now I am in zen again, despite being surrounded by bits of broken plastic worthless toys and participating in consumer America (though if I buy anything myself it is from a garage sale or craigslist, you can even buy diapers for great deals). Sorry, I have to work on writing more concise posts, I feel way too long-winded. Anyhoo, while in theory your statement is noble and is both my ideal and upbringing as well, please know that when and if you have children, brightly colored toys and bouncy twirly whatevers will start flying at you from all directions whether you want them or not!
