A year ago I tried to live a very grown up life. You know, nice coffee table books out to make me look smart and interesting. A cashmere (faux) throw tossed over the corner of the couch. The cool candlesticks I got in Africa and the man-on-cow wooden carving Nate picked up in the Philippines displayed so everyone would know we were well-traveled.
When we first had Clementine one of my friends dropped in to meet her and he told me that finally we were like everyone else..."you have baby stuff everywhere". When I heard that I was all, "hell to the no". I mean, there was still some old Tonia remaining. The girl who thought her house defined her.
Tonight I was upstairs and I stopped at the window that looks over our greatroom. As I gazed over the unkept room I saw Clementine's swing in the corner, her play yard in the middle of the floor, a baby blanket on the chair, her car seat stashed behind the chair, a bumbo seat on the counter and several baby bottles laying around. And this house made me smile. My clean, grown up house never gave delight the way a tiny sock laying on the floor can.
4 comments:
Wait. That photo shows a BAD day for organization? You are far neater than me, baby or not!
HaHa MrsEm. Less a photo showing disorganization and more one showing how my house has been taken over by baby stuff. I mean, it's EVERYWHERE.
I've been meaning to tell you that i pretty much worship how you've decorated your house. As soon as we get money to redecorate, you are coming with me as my interior design consultant. :)
Loved this post. I hear you, a baby sock strewn on the living room floor can sometimes be the best accent a home could have.
You're still awesome, T. Love you way too much.
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