I’m organized, I swear!
This picture is proof for all the world that all of our new toys have a home.
Sadly, the home is in a corner of my dining room, taking up the space that, before children, was well-occupied by my own personal library. My books, and those of David, have been slowly but surely forced up onto higher shelves or even forced to move on to other accommodations entirely.
But here you can see: There is a bin for the Matchbox cars, a bin for non-Matchbox things with wheels, a bin for things without wheels, a bin for precious things that want to be kept separate, a bin for “Bad Guys,” a bin for art supplies.
There is a drawer for completed art projects, a drawer for eighteen different varieties of paper and forty-seven activity and/or coloring books. A drawer for Jabber’s treasures and a drawer for Monkey’s treasures.
There is a drawer set aside for playing cards.
There is another drawer which holds only purses, satchels, and other finery.
There are two bins of Little People. (Amy, I asked them if they would rather call their Little People “Chuckies,” as per your suggestion/plan for worldwide name change. They were enthusiastic about a name change; however, Jabber preferred the name “Robin Gobbins,” while Monkey was quite insistent that they should only be referred to as “Pee-Poo.”)
There is a toolbox for all tools and flashlights, including chainsaws, of which they have two.
There are bags, too, and hooks to hang them: for the train set, for the Legos, for the Knight Costume…
And of course, there are books.
So this moment, in this photo, there is a place for everything, and everything is in its place. It will probably never happen again.