It is so nice over the holidays to have time to play. In the melee that is term-time, we can go from week to week never opening the toy cupboard. Between school, sport, homework, work and household essentials (like cooking, eating and bathing) the time just get chewed up. But we have been re-acquainting ourselves with their contents (leading to a massive clear out and sorting session).
Oh the guilt borne of seeing the amount of kiddy bits we have accumulated over the past decade. I never saw myself as a rampant consumer, but the box-load after box-load of stuff seems to tell otherwise. Luckily, the boys have been excellent about parting with the things they have outgrown and we are planning a selling trip to the car boot sale on Sunday. I have never done this before, so any advice from veterans would be most welcome.
Thankfully, as the boys grow, their toys and games seem to be reducing (in their bulk, at least). The new craze round these parts is playing cards. Endless games of seven-of-diamonds-begins. Endless. We have to play until everyone has won at least once. And then a couple more hands. Don't get me wrong - I am very pleased about this (not least because my win rate is good) because it means they are not itching to stare at a screen (the eternal holiday temptation).
But arranging and re-arranging their cards for them so they could hold them in a fan and see what they had was driving me nuts. A little Heath-Robinson-esque card holder for each of them was called for.
It's two CDs held together around roughly half their circumference with little strips of masking tape. Not particularly classy, but it works a treat!