As my day is winding down and my kiddies are still whispering in their darkened rooms, hoping I will not hear them, I just finished doing my last sweep through my house to pick up any left out homework pages, articles of clothing, and cleaning up for the final time today. (phew!)
The collection of baby toys seems to continually grow into a larger and larger pile in my very decorated living room. The room in which I am constantly trying to maintain and update so when anyone comes over they are able to recognize my style and personality. But more often then not the pile of baby toys takes center stage. It is not that my decorating is anything to write home about, but it is just ironic. The mound of tattered toys, which I have to unceasingly move from all over the living room floor, stairs, kitchen, and my bedroom back to their designated spot beside the fireplace is the focal point. It is a love-hate relationship, if I were to move them from the living room to another part of the house the baby would never play with them and they would be unused.
In spite of all this I love my hugely obnoxious eyesore pile of baby toys. I know one day there will be no need for toys in my living room and I will long for the days when I stub my toe on legos and pull-along toys. This day will come far sooner than I want it. So here's to bruised toes, sore backs, and the horrible eyesore.
When I lived with my brother Joel the kids toys were always all over my apartment in the basement. As much as it bothered me then, I actually miss it now. Kids are so full of creativity, and when we grow-up,we often forget how to play.
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Kids toys...where to begin...I try to say that if you can see past the toys my house IS clean! I know I will miss it,but, sometimes I wish I was to the point of needing to miss it.
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