A near-hoarding situation

My living room looks like a daycare center. One coming in might assume several babies lived there. But no - just one, potentially spoiled baby. I mean: swing. Bouncy seat. Activity mat with like 10 toys on it. Toy box. Seat where she can eat or watch Sesame Street. Exersaucer. And the newest addition, a jumparoo. GOOD LORD PEOPLE. And don't get me started on what is in the playroom/storage sheds. Little Georgie may not have money to go to college, but at least she can say the first few years were good.