It started innocently enough. Josie is still not crawling by the firm definition of the word, but has become suddenly and terrifying mobile. She must be doing the moving when I’m blinking, because I can’t quite figure out how she is suddenly across the room cramming electrical cords in her mouth with the maniacal look of a child who knows I will be taking away her sweet, sweet plastic friends in mere seconds.
Anyway, our coffee table has a shelf underneath it where I keep cards and pictures and magazines, which has become the focus of Josie’s destructive desires. Yesterday I casually mentioned that we should look into a new coffee table. Our shopping trip resulted in a new coffee table with baby friendly rounded edges and drawers for the tucking away of temptation (Hush. I don’t want to hear how soon it will be before she can just open up the drawers. At least her noggin will be safer.) Somehow, we also replaced out end table. And bought a gigantic armoire to contain the objects on our low baby-unfriendly shelves. And bought a bench. And from there, we needed baby gates and outlet covers and cabinet locks. And because the vacuum is stored on the lower level of the house, and the baby is most often on the second floor I decided to reorganize the coat closet so the vacuum could be stored closer to the baby roaming. And then I realized that my father in law was arriving in a few short weeks, and things really hit the fan.
I’m a woman on a mission, and since we’re preparing for both Josie’s mobility and the arrival of my father-in-law I’ve named our current overhaul "Operation Baby Daddy". Thus far this weekend, we’ve bought four huge pieces of furniture, built and installed shelves in the coat closet, bought four new living room shelves, completely reorganized the kitchen cabinets, replaced all the sofa pillow covers, bought new table linens, thrown away a whole couch, moved all the furniture in the dining room, and re-organized my recipe folder. Babies are expensive! And tiring!
Who am I kidding? Even though babies ARE expensive and tiring, I'm at my happiest when putting things into other things. Baby toys in a basket in an armoire? Heaven.
