I get such a thrill when I'm doing laundry and I open the dryer to pull out a load of David's or my clothes and I find one of Dennis' shirts mixed in with our stuff. Seeing his tiny shirts or little bitty pants or microscopic socks is always a reminder that we have a precious little person sharing our home with us.
At first we were careful to keep his stuff in his room. No living room full of baby toys for us, no stuffed animals and toy cars strewn about in the floor. But he has gradually expanded his reach to most areas of the house. His ball pit is currently in our den. His high chair is very evident in the kitchen, though it is made in the exact wood tone of our dining set and blends nicely. His jogging stroller stays inside the front room when not in use. When we go into the bathroom, there are tiny washcloths and toy boats in the tub and a minuscule toothbrush and Thomas the Train toothpaste on the sink. We often see toy cars in the hallway. We keep whole milk, juice, and Kool-Aid in the refrigerator and applesauce and whole grain goldfish crackers in the pantry. He has infiltrated our home in the same way he has infiltrated our hearts--totally and completely--and we couldn't be happier about it.
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