I am married to a low grade (for now) hoarder (who says that we don’t end up with men that are freaky similar to our fathers?).  That means that there is crap useful things, or things that are potentially useful, all over the house. If there is a flat surface it is crowded with old mail, pieces of whatchamacallits, boxes that can’t be thrown away in case we need them, and business cards. Ok, I do have a habit of buying the wrong size picture frames so I will cop to having more than a few of those laying around. Other than that I am not a fan of clutter or “collectables”, yet I find them alllllll over my home.

Anyway, not only is there all the above mentioned junk  important stuff laying around, there is also expensive, heavy, EXPENSIVE, movie production equipment all over. Some of it is big, some of it is stupidly small and easy to loose or throw away.

I feel like at any moment Patience is going to knock something over and crack her sweet little noggin. Even with all my nagging requests to make the house more baby friendly, there has been no real progress. The floor stays relatively uncluttered, with the exception of baby gear. Oh, but have I mentioned that our floors are this super awesome modern white glossed concrete? Like super hard and painful concrete? Oi vey! My house is a baby death trap!

Solution: I have to give up my vintage 1960’s china hutch that housed my beautiful Waterford wedding china, my lovely dinning room set (which had ended up being a work space for Chad), all my pretty silver serving/decorative pieces, and any hope at having a grown up dinner again so that the twins could have their brand new playroom!!!!

Clearly we spend all ove our money at Ikea. Also clearly, they love it and have a safe place to play and grow. How long before they can break out of a baby gate?

Oh and here is a picture of the junk pile that I still have to deal with: