How To Get Your Preschoolers To Pick Up Their Toys: A Follow-Up

A couple of weeks ago, Amelia posted a method for how to get our preschoolers to pick up their toys. It was a battle we ‘ve waging in our home, so the timing was right for us to try Amelia’s suggestion. I read and re-read her post, shared it in detail with my hubby so we’d be on the same page, and even made a cheat-sheet on the how-to so I would get it just right (nerdy + forgetful = me).
The results have been middling for our family. My preschoolers are 3 and almost 2. I explained the new “deal” over and over again for close to a week, and our kids just didn’t get it. Or maybe they did get it and just didn’t care a whole lot. It was a combination of both, I think. At the end of the first night, my hubby was the only parent home – poor guy! – so he was left alone to implement the consequence of the kids’ choice not to pick up their toys: he filled 3 kitchen-sized garbage bags with all the junk that had covered our floor. He reported to me that their response was curious and bemused. In fact, my son eagerly started putting the toys into the garbage bags to help him. Why not the toybox just one foot away, son? What’s the appeal of the new container? Lucy, my 3 year old, kept asking questions the next day, like, “Where are the toys going, Mommy?” “They’re going bye-bye.” “But where?” “Someplace else where you can’t have them.” “Where?” etc etc. It didn’t seem like a sad situation for her, just a discussion about geography.
Every now and then, Lucy would help out in a great way with a chore around the house, so we allowed her to get a toy out of one of the garbage bags. This pleased her for about 3 seconds. Then said toy was placed on the floor and forgotten about until later that night when she chose not to put it away.
Hubby and I have not sat and confirmed this together (yet), but I think it’s kind of understood for us that this strategy is not the right one for our kids at this point in time. I’m sure I’ll try it again in a few months. I can say that I haven’t missed the 3-5 bags of toys that are stored in our garage at the moment – and frankly, the kids don’t seem to miss them much, either. Maybe cutting out half of their toys was what we all needed anyway. 🙂 I’m sure we’ll just give them away.
As for the messes they continue to make every day, I’m onto the next strategy: we don’t do the next activity until a mess is taken care of. The promise of the next trip outside, coloring session, or even an errand to the store is incentive enough for the kids to get their little butts moving, at the moment. But this is all still very much a trial-and-error issue for our family.
Did any of you put Amelia’s advice into practice? What has worked for you? What other clean-up-your-toys strategies have you employed?
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I had my first prenatal appointment today with the midwife group that I see. The birth center is downtown which is about 35 minutes from where we live. As I was driving I got teary because I knew that when I got to the appointment I would feel very cared for. I wouldn’t have to put on a positive, faith-filled front. I knew I could let my guard down and share my concerns and worries. I wasn’t toting all the kids with me so I wouldn’t have to play mommy either. It felt nice that I wouldn’t have to reciprocate any questions. I had the luxury of going somewhere that was just for me.
She asked me if I was comfortable with getting an ultrasound to help me feel better about how the baby is doing. I agreed and made an appointment for early next week. We tried to listen to the heartbeat but since I am still in my 10th week I knew it would be a slim shot. We didn’t get to hear it but I knew it wasn’t something to worry about. She did an exam to check my cervix and make sure it was closed and to look and see if there was any old/new blood. As she did the exam she walked me through the whole thing (even though I totally know what to expect). I still appreciate it because she is respecting me as a woman/mother. We set up an another appointment right before we move even though it is a few days earlier than it would normally be. I don’t think I’ll have prenatal care again until we get to England so having one more appointment just to check on me seemed important. They will have my file ready so I can take it to England with me. She was very encouraging about the prenatal care I will get in England. She worked with a midwife who was trained in England, so is familiar with the system and how it works.
I went garage sale shopping last weekend and I am hooked. Friends have told me all about the great deals they found at garage sales, so I wanted to find some for myself. I made a list, got some cash and hopped in the car early Saturday morning. I had seen a sign for a neighborhood sale earlier that week. My husband and kiddos went too and we had a wonderful time. I have wondered why I haven’t been yard sale shopping all along. So if you don’t garage sale shop, here are 5 reasons why you should!
My philosophy on most developmental milestones is, “wait until they’re ready and it’ll be a whole lot easier.” I have not always had this philosophy, but I’ve learned that racing to the next stage too early is very frustrating for me and for my child. One of my friends wisely told me that there are two things you can’t force a child to do. You can’t make them eat and you can’t make them use the potty. Children will learn very fast that they have complete control over those two things and the power struggle is inevitable if you push too hard.
Before my little girl, Annabelle, came along I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to dress my daughter in clothes with cartoon characters and give into sneaky marketing schemes. I have watched one too many “What Not to Wear” shows and I know Stacy always throws out those Disney shirts. Of course, I realize that Stacy is usually helping a 35 year old woman and not a toddler. Still, it solidified the idea in me that cartoon characters are not cool. I wanted my girl to be hip and look like she is always dressed from the Gap.
I sort of agreed with the author and was concerned about what ideals the Disney princesses were going to teach my future little girl.
Now it makes me happy to see my daughter get excited when she recognizes a character. The moment my daughter sees her Elmo shirt she says “On! On!” I won’t go overboard and I get a lot of items from garage sales and hand me downs. In my plans to have a trendy dressed daughter I never thought how a TV character would bring my daughter so much joy.
