Apartment living was a new concept for me when I moved away from my home town and to the big city.
I grew up in a 4 bedroom house with a front and back yard and plenty of space. My brothers and I would often spend our free time outside, in the yard. When I had kids, I needed to throw everything I knew off the 3rd floor balcony and adapt my parenting style to fit our (tiny) apartment life.
Quality Over Quantity
After kids, our apartment quickly began to resemble a toy shop, not a home. Every inch of our living space was being overrun by squeaky, pointy, colourful toys! It was driving me insane. The thing that made me even crazier was the fact that the girls hardly touched the majority their toys! It was time to cut out toy purchases (for a while) and downsize what we had.
Now, the girls have 1 toy box and 1 medium sized container to store lego and blocks. Note that even though there is a container the lego is ALWAYS on the floor, ready and waiting to be stepped on (by me).
When I am purchasing toys for the girls, I ask myself some very adult-like questions. Will they play with it for more than 5 minutes? Does it have any educational benefits? Is it good quality, will it last to be passed down to younger siblings? Another very adulty (but frightening) thing I’ve taught myself is to tell my 3 year old ‘NO’ in the middle of the toy isle.
When I was young my siblings and I practically lived outside. We would only come indoors for food, bathroom breaks or if someone started bleeding.
But because I live in an apartment I have to beg my girls to stay inside. Having them anywhere near the balcony is enough to give me a heart attack! Once the girls reached climbing and walking stages, I had to become really anal about the doors being locked with the key. And ensure that said key was kept nowhere near the door. I haven’t had a scare relating to the balcony yet *touch wood*, but small humans seem to have the ability to turn into Houdini when we least expect it. Better to be safe than sorry.
Out & About
My girls have been to more festivals, parks and local markets than I had been taken to in my whole childhood! And they are both under 5!
Living in an apartment doesn’t allow for much outside or independent play. On the odd occasion that we do go outside, I have no choice but to be a helicopter mum. So unfortunately for my fellow introverted parents, apartment living means you need to put your extroverted panties on and get out and about. Your kids will thank you for it and it will do wonders for your own mental health. Sometimes the only people we see over a long period of time is our darling kids. It’s really refreshing seeing other adults in their natural habitats every now and then.
Apartment living with kids is the new black. Love it or hate it, these days it is getting harder and harder to avoid. Particularly if you have to live in or near the city for work. So throw open your curtains, wave to your creepy neighbour across the way and rock apartment living with your small humans!
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