We threw out Rosey's bedraggled playhouse today. She was teary-eyed but agreed that it was time - it was ripped in a few places, and creased in others - and only squeaked a little. She kept a glittery painted piece "to have" and we cleaned out the front porch of about a million (hint: Roo does NOT EVER NO NEVER need any more Barbies) plastic dolls......
and then we put up a punching bag. So the boy can round-kick and front-jab.
Wow, they're growing up.
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I'm contemplating chucking out the bath toys, but haven't quite mustered up the resolve.
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