I just showed you a picture of our new toy box. Let me rephrase: our first ever “real” toy box. Until now, we have gotten by with a soft-sided, collapsable toy box that was shaped like a fire truck. It sat in our living room so that the boys could have toys upstairs as well as in their playroom. In the playroom, they had two stacks of drawers to keep certain toys separated (examples: fire trucks in one drawer, dinosaurs in another). And has worked for us.
I wrote just yesterday about the biggest toy hits with the boys (and some with us as well). That, of course, doesn’t begin to cover what I am referring to as the Christmas 2008 Toysplosion. You see, FireDad and I purchased what we deemed to be an appropriate amount of both educational and pure-fun toys for TheBrothers. The problem? Everyone else purchased what they also thought to be an appropriate amount of educational and pure-fun toys as well. In fact, one family member admitted to “over-buying.” This resulted in the Christmas 2008 Toysplosion.
In an online community a month or so ago, someone (without children) asked how and/or why parents are “surprised” by how many toys their children own. This individual couldn’t understand the problem. It is, quite simply, due to birthdays and other holidays and the number of relatives a child happens to have (which, by the way, TheBrothers are blessed with a very large number of relatives). We even went through the boys’ toys prior to their birthdays and again prior to Christmas and separated out those that were no longer age-appropriate, in working order or simply weren’t played with all that often. And it made absolutely no difference. I even left some of the new toys in the box to pull out on future rainy days as a means of surprise (especially considering the boys’ birthdays fall right before Christmas so there are no other official gift giving opportunities throughout the year). Again, no difference.
I looked at the huge mound of toys on Christmas day evening. It was clear. The tree was going to have to come down early and I was going to have to bite the bullet: I was going to have to buy a real toy box. I looked at prices online, sucked it up and bought one in the next city over. We took down the tree. And we now have a toy corner. In our living room. Which is something I never thought I would do. But I seem to have done. Don’t judge me. I like having the boys in the room with us.
Someday I will have a living room that is decorated with… wait, what do people decorate with if it isn’t toys? I mean, at least the toy box was the Little Tikes Americana one and matches our living room, right? Do I get bonus points for matching the toy box to our colors? Do I? Someone say yes, please.
All the same, I’m please to finally have a real toy box. I think. And, yes, BigBrother has already climbed in and LittleBrother has dropped the lid on his head. Fun times, I tell you. Fun times.