I was wandering around West Elm the other day when I came upon this fine little fellow peering at me.
Well hello there, little friend! Normally, I would just move on to the next piece of eye candy. But I had to stop and savor the moment.
I’m almost to the point where I could get that little fox. And actually set him down somewhere in my house!
Um, yeah, sure. Anyone can.
But you don’t understand. I’ve been in baby-proof mode for the last seven years. That’s seven years of having to push aside a plastic latch every time I need to open a drawer or door. Seven years of having solid, concussion-proof furniture that certainly doesn’t involve glass, mirror or any kind of hard edge.
And that’s seven years of clear surfaces. No cute porcelain statues coming to pay me a visit while I watch TV.
Yesterday, Jack turned 3. On the way to school we listed all the ways in which he is a Big Boy. He’s in a Big Boy bed, he uses a Big Boy potty, he wears Big Boy underwear, he sits in a Big Boy chair for dinner.
And, I silently added, you don’t have to mess with everything within hand’s reach.
It means I can almost have this cute little tray waiting for a guest.
Or have this dainty little star, just casually hanging out somewhere, and rest assured that it will be there when I return hours later, not smashed to smithereens in the bathroom.
I might even have this cute little trio of birds and not have them be rocked to death and rammed into each other.
Ok, well that may be asking too much. I mean, even I couldn’t resist wobbling these things back and forth.
One of the things I love about home decorating blogs is the whole notion of “shopping your home.” How fabulous to just look around at what you have and just recombine it in some chic season-friendly way.
The trouble is, I don’t have any of that stuff to begin with. (Or worse, I do but I just can’t see the potential.)
By the time this remodel is finished and we can move back into our house, Jack will almost be four — or he will definitely be four. In the meantime, I plan to collect some of these fun little knick knacks I’ve always had my eye on but never dreamed I was ready to possess.
Happy Birthday, Jack!