In my endless pursuit of home-organization, I purchased three stackable bins at Target for my daughter’s toys. I want toys in the living room. I want the kids to be able to play downstairs but the growing pile of toys, books, puzzles and stuffed animals is becoming quite unwieldy.
The bins were on clearance for $2.99 each. My 2-year-old daughter loves them. (They are purple.) She walked behind me in Target dragging one of the purple bins behind her the entire way, garnering all sorts of attention on every aisle.
“We’re going to get organized!” I told her. “One for books! One for puzzles! Little toys in the top!”
When we got home, I put all the puzzles in one, and then I got interrupted, so I instructed my daughter: “Get all your books and put them in this bin.”
She is a good little worker, and I watched as she picked up each book. When she set the last book in the purple bin, she clapped with her signature enthusiasm:
“YAY!!!!” she cheered. “Mara! All! OR-nun-ized!” she shouted.
I couldn’t help laughing. “That makes one of us,” I thought. “It’s a start.”
And Daniel said, “Maybe she can teach you now.”
Will I ever be able to say that? “Mommy all organized”? . . . wow