For those that think my house is always clean, this is for you.
For those that think my house is always organized, this is for you.
This lovely pile of toys is, indeed, in the toy room, but it didn't take long before parts of it began to trickle into the hallway. And into the bedrooms. And into the loft. And onto the stairs. And into the living room.
When I was a kid, a fort involved an old sheet hung over the dining room table and chairs. I've done with with my boys, but they much prefer making a huge pile of toys and calling it a fort instead.
Do they play in this fort? No. How can they... there's no where to sit!
After almost an hour of unloading shelves from the toy closet,
We came downstairs for lunch and I remembered the enormous Thomas the Train track that was sprawled all over my dining room. It is wonderful and it is creative, but it is also in the wrong room! If only I could snap my fingers and make this instantly disassemble and then reassemble in the toy room upstairs.