The apartment that felt so spacious for the two of us when we first moved in feels much smaller now that we are a family of five. There are ways I have coped with the no yard/limited space thing by letting my kids play pretty actively and creatively in the space we do have. I draw the line at jumping on beds or couches, but I have no problem with furniture forts and the like.
The other day I was on the phone with someone about the Harvest Carnival I am organizing, and I looked behind to see that Aaron had created a path that ran the length of our living room using the little square plastic containers that hold all of our toys.
My first reaction was: “oh, how cute.” Then it hit me that for those containers to be used that way, all of their contents must have been relocated. As I surveyed the room, I did not see any evidence of a mess. “Oh well,” I thought, “maybe there really weren’t that many toys that got dumped.”
And then I walked around the futon to see this:
And what this photo fails to capture is the depth. It wasn’t quite as high as Elijah but that comparison did come to mind.