Our house is now dominated by baby stuff. My bedroom, once a sanctum of marriage is now an even more crowded room with baby stuff covering surfaces to make sure that any time during the nightly nursing process we can take care of this. Our basement has Abby’s toys on one side and Evie’s vibrating seat and swing on the other side, flanking the TV. The kitchen has a vibrating seat to hold the pumpkin girl whilst we eat, the living room has somehow escaped unscathed. My office also holds no baby things, but the computer surely is now loaded with many pictures (only some of which are worthy of internet distribution, in case people *cough* Shari *cough* are wondering where new ones are).

Evie has now dominated the landscape of what was once a simple domicile. I love her though, so its OK to lose the house to gain a beautiful daughter.