After my post on organized the art supplies last week, Shannon asked me if the boys to put their supplies away in the tackle box because her girls wouldn’t over the long haul. I pasted my reply below.
Yes, actually, which is why I started putting everything in boxes. Itís key that you figure out your kidís organizational style. Mine like compartments, which I figured out last year when I made the battery boxes, and itís why I moved all their Legos to those clear boxes. I think they feel less overwhelmed by the little compartments? Like the symmetry and order? They know where the battery box is, they use it religiously, and it gets put away. Same with the Legos, though I have to prod them about that because itís more work. Someone mentioned yesterday that she stores all her sons Beybaldes in the Bey Stadium. That never worked for us. They ended up on the closet floor in the general vicinity of the Bey stadiums, and when they wanted to bring their Beys over to a friends house, it was a nightmare trying to find them.
Pokemon baseball card binder sleeves? Miserable failure. Shoes basket in entryway? Miserable failure. Giant crafting drawer I did last year? Miserable failure. Iím learning as I go what works with them.
The shoe basket from last year turned out to be a miss. Basket, bins, large containers: they are all bad ideas when it comes to Mikey and Nico. They function best with structure and order because it balances their natural tendency to upend a room like a snow globe. Just yesterday Mikey’s teacher told me his desk and general area is the messiest–by far–in the entire class. When I brought it up to him he got upset and said he didn’t understand how the rest of the class managed to keep the piles underneath their desk so neat.
I told her to wait until she gets Nico. She hasn’t seen messy.
Notice the scissors laying there on the ground waiting for a piece of paper to cut.
So the large basket was a bad idea. It was an invitation to toss in items that had nothing to do with shoes. When I emptied it yesterday I found among the shoes a homemade Jesus sign; a yardstick; trash; Beyblades; a toy shotgun; a light saber; Easter grass; a holster; dirty socks; a badminton birdie; army men; Pokemon cards; paper; Mad Libs; action figures; an old baseball mitt; and a velvet bag filled with chess pieces and authentic fossils from the Smithsonian.
When Nico saw the velvet bag he said, “Ohhhhh, I remember that day!”
Really? Because I don’t. I’m trying to picture Mikey and Nico playing chess and looking at fossils, maybe taking in a Merchant Ivory movie marathon on PBS while classical music plays in the background, but the scene isn’t coming together.
I made quick work of everything by throwing away almost all of it. The three pairs of shoes in the SHOE BASKET went to the boys’ room. I’m not sure what we’re going to do with this basket in the future, but yesterday I tossed in their backpacks and called it good.