Oh the aftermath.

Oh the aftermath. If you've been wondering where I've been, I've been trapped in a den filled with new toys and presents, being held hostage by a over-stimulated 14 month old, who managed to roll the new Little Tykes car, brought by Santa, (with him in it) after only three days. The Little Tykes car is a red plastic thing, that he can move Fred Flintstone like, by just kicking with his feet. It's not motorized. But when you kneel in the seat grab the roof and throw your body weight forward... well, I guess the folks at Little Tykes never did any testing with our child.
It took a good two days to get everything put away, since our house is almost completely full and bringing in anything new requires a Tetris-like procedure. "Let's see. If we move the china cabinet over two feet to the right and take down the Christmas tree, we can move the DVD rack back to where it was and then move the chair from the corner of the bedroom to the DVD rack location and then move our new nifty table that we got for Christmas to the corner where the chair was. Voila~ But it's still a process. Can you imagine how our house would look if I hadn't thrown out two truckloads of stuff before moving to California and then thrown out boxes and boxes of stuff before we moved back?
You see, the truth is... I'm a reformed pack rat. I try to clean out on a regular basis and I think that throwing stuff away is healthy. We haven't really accumulated that much stuff, it's just that all of the stuff that was living in the great room, has been moved to other areas of the house, so that Connor doesn't try to climb the side of it, or shake it until all of the stuff falls off of the top. ok, that and we have accumulated some stuff. A little stuff. You know like a years worth of baby clothes and extra strollers and other necessary baby items. Yeah, I know, most of the stuff isn't crucial, but it makes my life easier... and that's necessity enough for me.