Oh the toys...

Christmas is coming (although I'm trying not to think about it until after Thanksgiving next week).  And with Christmas comes presents, which means that Andrew will more than likely be getting a slew of new toys.  Because, you know, he doesn't already have enough of them:

(Disclaimer: we did NOT buy all of these toys - there are a lot of hand me downs from my sister)

This is the current scene in our living room.  We don't have a separate play room to put all of his toys in, so they are spread between our living room and his room.  We have four of those bins filled with little toys and then all the ones that don't fit in are lined up every night after he goes to bed.  There's another bin in his room as well as the ones on the bookshelves.  Nothing stays in them for very long because as soon as Hurricane Andrew gets close they're spread around the room.

We do have my grandmother's cedar chest in our back room that is currently empty. We've been debating refinishing it and moving it to the living room as his toy chest. It should hold the bulk of his toys with no problem.  Of course before we do that I think we need to start weeding out the toys that he no longer uses and/or is too old for now.

It'll make me sad to pack away his toys, just like it makes me sad to pack away more and more of his clothes as he grows out of them.  I could donate them/take them to a consignment shop since we clearly do not need this many toys, but I can't bring myself to part with them just now.  Plus who knows, maybe there will be another munchkin down the line who wants to play with them.

So yeah, we have an overabundance of toys and it's only going to get worse.  Of course this year he is still too young to really understand the whole Christmas present thing, so maybe we can just get him clothes.  Nah - where's the fun in that??