The story of the toybox

Well, you already knew we had an AWESOME train table, which was much more complicated and yielded no injuries. BUT... this cute little cubed toybox with the cloth boxes for toys did me in.

Murrey, as it turns out, is diabetic. And we learned this because he was having accidents. Everywhere. Even on Finn's toys. So, despite Tom's pleas (thanfully) to WAIT A LITTLE LONGER so he can make something, there came a need to get the toys off the ground PRONTO. So I marched right over to Target to get the very toybox I had been dreaming of, AND it was on sale. SWEET.

Well it sat in the foyer in it's very heavy unassembled pressboard box for all of a day and a half, before it happened. I was cleaning for a client, and managed to drop the CORNER of the box on my foot, breaking two toes. It hurt A LOT. I've been wrapping it and icing it for about two weeks now, and it's improving, but MAN was it ugly and MAN did it hurt. It looked like a corpse toe, all gnarly and purple and black. THANKFULLY, this happened while Finn was asleep so I could crawl around and curse as needed until he woke up. :)

Now it hurts when he STEPS on it (which happens a lot) and at the end of the day, but other than a limp and some swelling her and there, it's quite manageable.

BUT, I did manage to build the toybox. 'Mom, you buildin' in. You MOM the Builder!' 'Can Finny have turn, can Finny use hammer?' LOL-- he 'helped' but now we put away the toys every night and it's a glorious thing to see the floor every day-- you sort of forget what it looks like otherwise! LOL