Sophia's playground (aka our family room)

I can remember specific conversations with my family and friends on the subject of baby entertainment. I was vehement on not turning our living space into a cluttered playground of monstrosities and toys to stumble over, trip on, move out of the way to pass by, or in other words, GET IN THE WAY of my organized space. I think what I would say was, "It's a baby! How many toys does a baby need??" In my head I had devised stations where the baby would play, mostly in her room. I would hide the toys in the baskets, or in the trunk table that was functional yet aesthetic. No one would really know I had a baby that defined my living space.

Enter my world now. The swing that I am in love with, I stub my toe on pretty much every evening. The Einstein gym is used by Sophia during the day and apparently the cat likes to "work out" with the toys at night; the blocks and rings litter the floor each morning. Now I'd like to introduce you to our new addition to the family room: the Jumperoo! As if things couldn't get bigger and more obnoxious. So yes, I've eaten my words. These things have taken over my once uncluttered, functional space. However, I have to admit that I've redefined the meaning of functional in my head. Currently it's anything that makes Sophia happy, and entertained. I guess I'll deal with figuring out where to hide the stuff when we get around to having people over for dinner. Oh yeah, that would be when I have time to make dinner for a dinner party! OK, so my world is changing. I'm no longer in charge of it like I used to be. And I have a feeling this is only the beginning.