Ended up not going to the Chamber last night... too shleepy. Plus, it's probably best not to taunt myself with stuff I can never have/do again. Instead, I inflicted Fushigi Yuugi and Shoujo Kakumei Utena on
yendi, who surprised himself by actually enjoying both shows.
Today we hafta clean the shed.
Something you should understand: Elayna is an only child. She is also the only grandchild. And I was the first of my friends to have a child. Therefore, everyone dotes on her, and everyone buys her stuff. Seriously. Like, not just tons of birthday and Chanukah gifts (generally at least 3 gifts from each person per occasion), but random-ass gifts, things people bring her when they visit for No Reason, stuff like that. And I have lots of friends and family, and friends of the family, who do this.
The result: In her room *right now* she has 3 Barbie houses, one Yaffa block filled to overflowing with Barbie dolls, another Yaffa block filled with Barbie accessories, and three Barbie cars, one of which tows a Jetski. She has a four-Yaffa-block tower of stuffed animals, a Yaffa block of beanie babies, and then there's all the stuffties on her bed. She has over 20 dolls, ranging in cost from $15-$70 each (two of the $50 supersize Kelly dolls). Doll stroller. Dress-up trunk. Four Yaffas of art supplies. Guitar. Drum. A rack of bins, each filled with toys - the My Little Ponies have their own bin, as do the Polly Pockets. Her closet is filled with board games. After weeding out the CD-Roms that are too young for her, she's left with 15.
This child has too much shit. This child has so much shit that she has stuff from two birthdays ago that's still in the box. (not to mention the clothing - the dresser is full, as are the two under-bed boxes, and I have the extender thingie in the closet that gives her two rods from which to hang her stuff. The box of her summer clothes that I sent to FL weighed 17 pounds. And I still have $150 in Children's Place giftcards to use up.)
Our solution: Whenever we can - when she's not around or sufficiently distracted - we remove stuff that she no longer plays with. We put it in the shed. If she doesn't ask about it within 3 months, we judge that it has been officially forgotten and can be donated to charity.
Today, we clean out the shed, as the Salvation Army is scheduled to pick this stuff up on Friday.
Wish us luck.
Today we hafta clean the shed.
Something you should understand: Elayna is an only child. She is also the only grandchild. And I was the first of my friends to have a child. Therefore, everyone dotes on her, and everyone buys her stuff. Seriously. Like, not just tons of birthday and Chanukah gifts (generally at least 3 gifts from each person per occasion), but random-ass gifts, things people bring her when they visit for No Reason, stuff like that. And I have lots of friends and family, and friends of the family, who do this.
The result: In her room *right now* she has 3 Barbie houses, one Yaffa block filled to overflowing with Barbie dolls, another Yaffa block filled with Barbie accessories, and three Barbie cars, one of which tows a Jetski. She has a four-Yaffa-block tower of stuffed animals, a Yaffa block of beanie babies, and then there's all the stuffties on her bed. She has over 20 dolls, ranging in cost from $15-$70 each (two of the $50 supersize Kelly dolls). Doll stroller. Dress-up trunk. Four Yaffas of art supplies. Guitar. Drum. A rack of bins, each filled with toys - the My Little Ponies have their own bin, as do the Polly Pockets. Her closet is filled with board games. After weeding out the CD-Roms that are too young for her, she's left with 15.
This child has too much shit. This child has so much shit that she has stuff from two birthdays ago that's still in the box. (not to mention the clothing - the dresser is full, as are the two under-bed boxes, and I have the extender thingie in the closet that gives her two rods from which to hang her stuff. The box of her summer clothes that I sent to FL weighed 17 pounds. And I still have $150 in Children's Place giftcards to use up.)
Our solution: Whenever we can - when she's not around or sufficiently distracted - we remove stuff that she no longer plays with. We put it in the shed. If she doesn't ask about it within 3 months, we judge that it has been officially forgotten and can be donated to charity.
Today, we clean out the shed, as the Salvation Army is scheduled to pick this stuff up on Friday.
Wish us luck.
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The one area I do completely spoil her in: Books. She can have any book she wants.