Life. And kid’s toys.

It seems strange to say or even think this, but our lives are now totally different from how they were just a year ago.

Apart from the obvious crying-poo-machine that we’ve created and brought into this world, I mean the more local, short-sighted and seemingly permanent changes.

Our house is now totally the playground of master Jack – the only rooms to survive the dribble-covered Hand of Jack are the toilets! I might have mentioned this before, but it sort of dawns on me occasionally. But the weird thing, is how quickly we have gotten used to it all cluttering up our house, and most of it seems to be invisible for most of the time to us, but probably not to visitors to the house!

When you don’t have children, and you visit someone who does, you instantly notice piles of baby or child-like stuff around the house that you’re visiting; we did, and these are normally brightly coloured plastic or stuffed toys that are designed to catch the eye of young ‘uns.

But looking at it on the flip-side, we’re now in that position of having said brightly coloured toys laying around and I can’t help but notice the look on people’s faces when they come around, and to be honest, we don’t even have that much stuff in comparison to some of our friends! It’s quite funny, but all quite innocent fun, as I’m sure that people don’t mean anything by the look of horror on their faces, as we didn’t when we were once doing it!!