Signs of Life

I found myself looking around our house the other day with an undoubted conclusion: a baby definitely lives here!  If a complete stranger were blindfolded, morphed into our house and plopped down into our living room, he could make one very easy assessments within seconds of his arrival (after taking the blindfold off of course) without the need of even looking at one picture: A baby definitely lives here. 

This is what I'm talking about:

Baby equipment lines the walls of the living room

It doesn't just line the walls- it wraps itself completely around the room

The kitchen cabinets have now been peppered with baby items

Strange new things are finding their way into our dishwasher, counter tops and drawers

  

Naked people now bathe on my kitchen island (clarification- only ONE person bathes in the kitchen and that is Gavin.  All other members of the Cox household bathe and/or shower in standard, non-kitchen pre-designated areas)

The other thing that this blindfolded stranger standing in my living room would probably realize is that we are extremely messy people.  The baby had little to do with that- that's been a fact since the beginning of time; or at least since Matthew married me.  Since this stranger has nothing better to do with their time than wonder around blindfolded in people's living rooms, he might as well clean my house while he's at it.