Yes, even places that are supposed to be "grown up" spaces are left with a Candy Land game. Or Pokey the horse.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Almost 5 years ago now, I had a grown up house. We had precious items down on low shelves, cabinets with glass fronts, and special books laid out on side tables. And then children happened. I took a page from my mom's book, and put away only the most special items, and taught my children that some things are "no touch." But it's hard to tell them not to touch books, and glass front cabinets? Oh my heart just seized at the thought of them tumbling into one while playing. So things got put away. Things got tucked up on high shelves. And our house slowly became a children's house. Don't get me wrong, I love that the littles can play almost anywhere in our house, and I don't mind toys. I really don't. But some days I look around, and I feel like these little people have come into my grown up house as space invaders. Some days I look around, and there seem to be toys EVERYWHERE. And it's hard to find a space of my own. Even my bedside table is currently littered with tiny little toys.