Tales from the baby's room

And er, the dining room, and the living room, and the master bedroom....

I remember b.b. (before babe),

when I had myself fully convinced that I would not be one of THOSE.

You know, those people who allow their children to take over the entire house.

You see them on tv, in movies and hey, maybe you even see it at your friends' houses:

Toys and baby gear strewn haphazardly throughout the entire house,

piles of dirty laundry stashed behind closed closet doors,
dishes in the sink and dirty floors.

 Oh no, that sorry state of affairs would not happen to me,

not in this little shack on the shore, no ways,

not with this here chick in charge. 

I was totally convinced that I would not become one of THOSE.

Well, I was totally wrong.

It's everywhere.

You know, I always equated it with a hostile takeover.

A coup d' état where we the parents are being overthrown,

 and the worst part is that the sweet little thing can't even crawl yet!

But the thing is, I like it, a lot.
I simply love the fact that he has a place to be no matter which part of the house we're in,
so we can always hang out.

After all, he is still just so little.