Many years ago I bought this toy box for Mark. I remember thinking that if he ever had more toys than filled this box we were doing something wrong. Well, then he grew up some and I got more tired and it turns out that toys are cheap at yard sales. There have been moments- more that I would like to admit to- that I have been willing to buy anything for them to get a few moments of peace. But, the reality is, pretty much no toy buys more than a few minutes of peace and they clog up the playroom so that the kids don't want to be there.
Over the last year I have been whittling away at the toys in there. Sorting and taking out 1/3 to a 1/2 at a time. I have been moving the toys into storage in the basement. They haven't asked for a single one of them back. So about a week ago Tim and I bagged up most of the last of it.
So what's left? The original toy box- mostly full of dress up stuff. The Book case- very full of books. The train table- with just the wooden train set in it. The kitchen, the doll house and the table. In the closet is the fire engine, rocking horse, and bouncy ball along with art box and musical instruments. It still feels like a lot.






