He likes to collect things

I've just spent all morning tidying Liam's room.  I've kind of been shutting the door on it because we've been busy, and I've been sick, and so it's got a bit out of hand.  I've just sat down for a cuppa and I'm exhausted. 

This boy of ours likes to collect things, he says he's going to work in a museum when he grows up, or maybe just have his own museum.  He wants dad to clear out our shed so he can use it to make his museum in.

The problems is he's not always very discerning with what he collects. He's mainly into bones and rocks and other pieces of nature, but I tell you I had heart pulpitations over what 'treasures' I discovered this morning. Oh if he knew how many things got tossed out the window into the garden, and hidden in the rubbish bin this morning. 

I feel a bit mean sometimes, but I remind myself that I need to be the discerning mother who is there to help and guide him in the right direction. 

There are only so many round grey rocks that one needs. And I have to draw the line at pieces of rotting wood, and shriveled up dry grass. And empty cereal boxes filled with bottle caps, bits of string, plant tags, tissue paper, iceblock sticks etc etc, you get the idea. I've learnt to check all his trouser pockets before putting them into the washing machine.

On kind of another subject, I left my camera outside, for two days, and it rained! Oh dear. So it's sitting in the hot water cupboard to hopefully dry out, I'm too scared to turn it on. So there are no new photos to accompany this post, though perhaps that's best, I suppose I could take an after photo now that the room is all straightened out, and purged :) but before, or during photos, would be a bit scarey.

These photos are from a few months ago of a 'museum' that Liam set up on the deck outside.  He wanted to leave it set up but I convinced him to remove it saying I would take photos of it all for him to print out and keep.