If I had shifted over just a bit, you would have been able to see this--our playroom tucked behind that not-so-formal living room.
And if I had walked over behind that blue couch and into the playroom, this is what you would have seen. This is what my home really is like--Big Elmo headfirst in a shopping cart with finger puppet gloves on the floor and an abandoned Thomas the Tank Engine Oil Depot waiting for a little boy to come back and play some more.
This is real. This is home.
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I can totally relate to your photos! The older my son gets, the more his playspace seems to take over our living space. It's sort of sweet, though, to have little reminders of childhood everywhere you look--or step.
ReplyDeletethose are truly the good ol' days. I miss them.
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Love it! And I know exactly how you feel - trying to maintain some sort of adult space, with the toys just around the corner...my house is the same, but with crayons ground into the carpet. :)
ReplyDeleteI've been reading your blog for awhile now and this post made me smile! Thanks for the real look inside@
ReplyDeleteWhat a hoot! Our house is very lived in too!
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