Before.
Before we had children, we had a house.
It was a very nice little house with adequate space for its inhabitants. It wasn’t kept super neat, but it was normally pretty livable. That last sentence may or may not be a lie. Odds are, you’ll never know.
Back then, I was the kind of person who’d look at other peoples’ homes, peoples with small kids, that is, strewn with bits of wildly colorful cheap plastic crap all over, cluttering their backyard, their kitchen, living room, bathroom, etc. and think. “Oh, no. I’ll never be like that. My kids’ toys will have their place, sure, but this house won’t become one giant tupperware container full of Fisher Price. No Sireee.”
Yeah. Right.
After.
Our family room:
Our dining room:
Kitchen:
Library/Office/Den:
To be honest, I like it better this way. Because it means we have, you know, a family.
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Hah, I soooo hear you on this. My house is full of baby stuff these days. I love it too :]
just wait….the older they get the more stuff they accumulate…It’s pretty spectacular how irrecognizable your house will become.