The forecast called for rain and sun today. “Rainbow weather,” Ray called it. It was also the rare Sunday we were home with no plans (for much of the day, at least).

It was the perfect day for a toy dump. That’s our term around here for the act (art?) of cleaning out the toy room, which is not really a room but the former dining area and a pass through from kitchen to living room.

I like to document things, but I’m actually glad I don’t have a picture to offer up. I’ll paint you one with words: It took four hours and four people to fill the porch with at least 6 Hefty bags, a rocking horse, several plastic doll houses and other items. We also filled the huge garbage can (thank goodness tomorrow’s garbage day).

The best part: We all laughed a lot. “This thing isn’t giving up without a fight!” Ray called out, as a Melissa and Doug wooden castle refused to budge from under a shelf. For some reason, I almost wet my pants over that one.

The rest of the house is still a sty, but that play room looks pretty fabulous. And my nephew is getting two enormous boxes full of Elmo toys, courtesy of Cousin Sophie.