Things are Different

Some changes in life and lifestyle were expected when we had Evan. Others, not so much.

Example 1

This is our living room these days.

A. The Great Wall of Schwartz perfectly placed so that we nearly break our necks on a daily basis.
B. Beautiful new front storm door covered in baby finger paint artwork made with baby, dog and cat slobber and boogers.
C. Adorable wire milk crate basket that I decided would be a great *hidden* way to keep some of Evan's toys in the living room. It's almost always out of place and upside down.
D. Toy Explosion.
E. New glass panel on our funky IKEA entertainment center. Right slider door is slid over the glass door about an inch and a wad of paper towel is placed between the two to prevent them from clanging against each other when Evan violently bangs on the glass. Oh yeah, also covered with "artwork".
F. Big plastic baby toy photo bombing my pic.

Example 2

There is a person in my life who I routinely refer to as Boogs. It's his nickname's nickname. Boogers McGee is his nickname. Therefore, Boogs is his nickname's nickname. I call him this because, well, he has a crusty booger nose... a lot. Some battles are worth fighting and some are not. A booger-crusted nose when we're not leaving the house is not a fighting battle. If we're going in public, then I try my best to make him look a little more presentable.

Isn't that the expression you'd expect from someone named Boogs? 

Example 3

My bathtub has never been so clean. I may call him Boogs, but I'm not willing to put his butt into a soap scummy bathtub. I'd welcome anyone at anytime to take a shower at my house. I might blindfold them while they walk through the living room (see Example 1), but I'm never embarrassed of my bathtub anymore.

Example 4

I can accomplish more on a Sunday before noon than I used to accomplish all week long. I've been known to clean the kitchen, vacuum, mow the grass, weed eat, and get showered for the day all while managing Boogs. Motherhood has made me into one hell of a multi-tasker. And, I do weird things too. Things that I never thought I'd do, like using Scrubbing Bubbles on an inflatable plastic pool at 8 in the morning so I could fill it to be warm by 5 when the shade hits that spot in the yard. But if I didn't do things like that, I wouldn't see things like this:

Splish!

Splash!

"Mom,  I got something in my eye.
I don't know how it happened." 

"I'm schwimmin'!!"

All Done!