Toy Takeover

While I know that in a few short weeks I will be back to working full time, wearing clothes not spotted with spit-up, and consistently interacting with more than one adult per day, I'm not there yet.  In fact, sometimes I feel like my home is already a day care center.

I'm not sure when it happened.  I guess bit by bit.

First was the swing.  Much, much needed.  But it's big and quickly became the focal point of the living room,  perhaps signifying how sleep would become the focus of at least half of my adult conversations these past months.

As PDG learned to bat his arms, the activity mats and bouncy seat crept their way into our main areas.

Next the bumbo found its way to the kitchen table.

The jumperoo.  The stroller.  Each in their own time.

Until finally, this past week, we gave in and got a full on play mat.  There is no question.  A baby lives here.  His parents might too, but for sure, hands down, there is a baby all up in this piece.

Oh well.  I never was much on decor anyway, at least.