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WFMW - Toy Storage

With three girls in our house and many generous grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc, you can imagine the thrilling (read: obscene) amount of toys in our humble abode.

Other than the usual clearing out of toys they no longer play with, or things that are broken I use several strategies for keeping the toy land in order.

Like things are stored together. Polly Pockets in a labeled clear Rubbermaid container, Fisher Price Dollhouse in another clear Rubbermaid container, Play food in another clear Rubbermaid container... (see a pattern?) This is important because the containers just become glorified junk drawers if the kids are allowed to put anything anywhere.

Seriously, I think clear Rubbermaids or Sterilite boxes are one of the greatest things ever invented. They're lightweight, easy to label (or to change the label when needed) and easy for the kids to see inside if they can't read the label.

I have several other strategies for toy related issues but clear boxes are definitely tops in my book. (I can't give all my strategies in one post lest I run out of things to blog about!) 

Check out other great Works for Me tips at Shannon's place: Rocks in my Dryer.

How Come?

Well, it finally happened. I actually told Polly she had met her "How Come?" limit today. Yes, I know: we're homeschoolers. We prize curiosity, truth-seeking and inquisitiveness. Right.

Goodness knows I don't like to exaggerate, okay, I occasionally remind myself to try not to exaggerate, but I must have heard the dreaded "How come?" 52,000 times today.

She's five so we've progressed from the equally dreaded, "Why?" phase but this "How Come?" phase is jumping on my answering-childish-questions-last-nerve.

Today, as my grandpa stood on my roof (a long story...) and my visiting from out of town sister played with the girls, I told Polly she had reached her "How Come?" limit. She had stepped over the "How Come?" line. She had maxed out her "How Come?" line of credit...you get the idea.

Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe she'll grow up to be a hard hitting, truth seeking journalist (do those exist any more?) and I'll be proud of the question asking skills she worked so hard to develop.

For now though, I've heard enough of "How Come?" Unless it's to ask: "How come she asks all these questions to me and not her daddy?!"