Children Change Everything

Just the other night Big Daddy and I were talking about those first few days after we brought The Muffin home from the hospital. We were insecure and unsure of our abilities to care for her. She cried all the time. And there were blankets everywhere. On the couch. On every chair. In the bassinet. On the changing table. We used the blankets for The Muffin, for ourselves and often in lieu of that burpie that was just out of reach.

Fast forward to now...

My side of the bed.

In the foyer.

the house is covered with different things. Friday morning it was ponies. One day it is cars and trucks. Another day it's babies. More often than not, it's the Wizard of Oz "babies" that we collected from H.appy Meals.

I like things neat, clean and tidy. You may find a pony here and there, but there's usually no dust underneath. I clean around The Muffin's stuff. She's scattered throughout the house. Nana gave her an old watch that she constantly wore each time we visited. She promptly placed it on my bedside table and put it there each time I would move it. She has a place for everything, even if it's not the place that I would like it to be.

As they say, having a baby changes everything.