The one individual to test my clutter tolerance is of course Claire. She's little, she's cute, she's a walking Tasmanian devil. I am in the process of "designing" our media room into a media/playroom for the kids when they are older so they can keep their clutter in one spot. (wishful thinking I know). But how to store all their toys is another story. We currently have one bookshelf in the room which will turn into toy and kid book storage once I get my grubby hands on it. Then I want to build out the bookshelves so the entire wall is one big bin/toy shelf. Paint the walls from that awful red color i HAD to have (now I can't stand it) and get a toddler table and chairs and we are set. I am thinking I won't be able to start this process until next year so I have time to keep brainstorming.
Until then I stopped off at Target to get some regular baskets to hold the toys. I have toys in the media room and Claire's blocks in the office.
I clean up Claire's little clutter messes every day only to turn around and have everything out and all over the place. I mean it's really funny actually. Claire sort of slowly meanders around the corner while I am picking up her things. Looks at me like what are you doing, then I walk into the other room and come back to see her little hands rummaging through her toy box throwing things over her shoulders. Here is some documentation.
|29 week shot. Yay about to clean the house|
|Ok it's relatively clean|
|What is this, I must inspect her work|
|Not bad not bad|
|I will play a little bit with my table|
|I think I dropped something in the bottom of this box, let me get it|
|Hmm maybe not|
|Ok well I guess I will go into the other room, tootles|
|I love blocks.|
|So much more fun now|
|The dog bed is an appropriate spot for these blocks|