I love my baby boy, but the day we started planning for his arrival, our house started shrinking. Babies come with a LOT of stuff, but after his first Christmas and first birthday, the toys took over :) I'm not a huge fan of having our family room lined with a rocking horse, 4-wheeler and baskets full of books, cars and little toys. NOT because I don't love my baby boy and want him to have anything and everything he can to make him happy. Because I'm a nut, and having them scattered and not in their place drives me bananas. It's a complex! Every time I put Barrett down for a nap I come back out to the family room and pick up every single toy and put them all back in the exact place they go. Justin's "job" while I'm putting Barrett down at night is to clean up the toys. I'm such a nut, that I come back out and feel the need to 'fix' his work! I start rearranging the book basket...because they're not in there largest books in the back to smallest in the front! He'll ask "What are you doing...I already cleaned things up"? Sorry honey, I can't help it! I won't be able to sleep if I know the books are out of order and the rocking horse isn't sitting in the corner at just the right angle! B.A.N.A.N.A.S.

My bathroom is not always spotless, there is dust on the dresser in our bedroom, and our office is currently in need of organization. Heck, the whole house is not always spotless, so WHY do I obsess daily about toys?!?

My bathroom is not always spotless, there is dust on the dresser in our bedroom, and our office is currently in need of organization. Heck, the whole house is not always spotless, so WHY do I obsess daily about toys?!?




