The Toddlerification of My House

It's really obvious that it's not just two adults with relatively sober (boring?!) hobbies live here. The transformation is now complete. Or at least, I think it is? 

There is an aggressively pink pop-up castle in my front room. This is the room with the white (used to be?) carpet, the watercolor paintings, the antique bookcase, and my writing desk. First, there was a changing table with a few diapers and wipes for the quick change. Well, the then-infant is now a fully mobile toddler, so that piece of furniture is now at someone else's home. (We like to share.) We moved the futon into the front room as a landing zone/seating area. Fine. It fits nicely. Then, we needed a toy chest. I got a discreet grey one that fits under a table. Next, I got a new bookcase and moved some of mine to the living room, so Holly could have her own bookcase in the front room. There's also a squishy unicorn chair, a suitcase for her extra clothes, and now... the pink castle. The tea set she got for Easter completes the look. 

In the living room, there is a toddler-sized folding table and chair; they are also shockingly pink and feature a very perky Minnie Mouse. There are Bluey window clings stuck to the French doors. Scattered around the rest of the house are bits of toddler evidence as well, but the biggest "tell" is the potty chair and bath toys (and so many types of baby wash and shampoo) that inhabit the downstairs bathroom. I can't tell you how odd it is to shower with a bath-time Bluey doll staring at me. 

Do I mind? Not really. Granted, the chaos of books, toys, and various crumbs from snacks makes me a little uncomfortable sometimes, but it's all pick-up-able. The chaos comes from a child who knows she is wanted and loved here at Mem's and Papa's. Sometime in the likely not-too-distant future, the pink castle and the rest of these bits and pieces of tiny personhood will fade out of my house, and I can only hope and pray that they are replaced by bigger books, random sneakers, and a happy girl-child growing up knowing she is loved beyond measure. 

Have a delightful day,

C