I’ve been meaning to organize the toy situation for months now. It’s harder to keep things under control than I anticipated! We’ll just say that my vision for the sort of toys my children would be surrounded by and the very well-intentioned gifts that have been bestowed on us throughout the course of the year don’t always line up. Does that make me a bad person?
I resolved to clean the toys out, donate those that we don’t need, and create a place for Dashiell where his toys are organized and accessible. I want him to know that it’s his little space and that each toy has a place (roughly), instead of just heaping everything into a pile.
I nearly donated a set of old West Elm nesting tables too when I realized that they would actually make pretty good temporary shelves for Dashiell’s play area.
Tis not perfect, I could still do a bit more pruning, but the toys have been thinned and the corner of the living room that was previously a sad, messy, dead space is now the perfect baby-size activity center. And he is so happy in there, throwing books on the floor and burying his little blocks under the couch.
I feel like I can breathe again. Yay.