Nothing to say but that's okay

Should one limit their blogging to when they have something to say?

I, for one, think not.

It's Tuesday now. I don't have anything exciting to say from the weekend.

I did take some pictures the other day when I hauled out all the totes for the Great Seasonal Clothing Swap.

For any of you who don't live in states with *seasons* or own a herd of children, the gist of the Swap is that when it goes from hot to cold we have to put away most of the t-shirts and shorts, and drag out the sweats and long sleeved shirts.

Why put away *most* ?? Ha ha ha! because in Michigan the transition time is not one of steadily declining temps from summer into fall where, at one point, you can say "ahh, we have moved from summer to fall and will not need our summer clothes." Indeed, we instead oscillate back and forth insanely, where one day might be high 80's and the next day in the 40's. And back and forth again. And again. And again. Necessitating a fairly long season of having a little bit of everything out.

Which drags the Great Seasonal Clothing Swap out in a frustrating manner if you'd prefer your totes of clothing to live in, say, the basement, attic, or back closet rather than the living room, where you have space to sort and pile and open and close totes.

So I did take a picture of the stacks and stacks of totes. Why not just one tote per child? Because their sizes are always in transition and some things must necessarily sit, tidily (or not so much) toted for several years. There is a big difference between recently-outgrown size 10 jeans and a small 6 year old, for example. And the in between child, unfortunately for the clothing, is of the opposite gender.

And of course there is also the totes of "I believe this will still fit next summer" and all of that. It adds up to a lot of totes.

But you don't really want to see the heaps of totes, do you? They're not really very interesting pictures. Although, I guess I will say the pictures of little boys in their floatie swimming suits - especially those worn as helmets - were amusing. Buzz went through a day or two of insisting on wearing the floatie suit over his clothes, with cowboy boots, too. Crazy boy.

Anyway, today I hope to wrap up the tote job to the point of stacking them back in the closet, where they are much more difficult to access but at least not trying to pass for living room decor, nor tempting anyone to scale them.

My, that's a lot of words for having nothing to say!