In preparation for our move in nine days (eep!), I spent Saturday cleaning, sorting, organizing, and packing Miles' toys. I started by dumping everything he owned onto his bedroom floor.*
The scene was. . .overwhelming.
Somehow, in his mere two years of life, Miles has managed to accumulate an un-godly amount of stuff. Trucks. Blocks. Musical instruments. Action figures. Stuffed animals. Balls. Stuff. Most of it, he plays with for a few seconds, once in a great while. A few things hold his attention for hours. So, I made it my mission to separate the wheat from the chaff, as it were. To choose a few things to keep out, a few things to store, and a few things to throw out. I pumped the Christmas music, and buried myself in the chaos.
Two hours later, this was the scene in the bedroom:
And this was the box of toys to send into storage:
All in all, a rather successful culling. Now, for the rest of the house. <sigh>
*Thank God for Aunt Ninel for watching him during all of this.