This is little girl's bouncer which was the biggest pain in the ass to set up. One of the pieces wouldn't "click" in so my Mom's boyfriend drilled a screw through it. That's right, drilled. I hope it's set up properly because it doesn't look like the picture on the box. Nothing ever looks like the damn picture on the box.
This is where my little bug will be residing. It's piled high with diaper bags (that I probably will never use) and I still need to wash the sheets (as well as her clothes) soooo...there's a bit of work left to do yet.
This is under neath the crib! Where else could I store diapers and wipes and laundry detergent?
This, dear God, is the closet. Try sharing your closet with a fetus, I dare you. It's impossible. On top of my dresser is all of her towels and wash clothes, as well as her blankets that she has accumulated over the nine months of her existence. Shoved all the way in the back is a couple of my shirts. Up top, as you can see, is scattered toys, boxes filled with my books and keepsakes, and wires that have no where else to go. I need to organize this closet ASAP!
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