Sure our bed was so high, I needed a footstool when pregnant.
Sure I like my living room seating arranged just so.
Sure I really like displaying art and having pretty things.
But I still always thought our house was quite child friendly.
Our bed is no longer high.
One "flying through the air in her sleep, 3.5 feet down to the cold hardwood floors" incident with an almost 18 month old cured of me needing to sleep in my pretty antique bed.
Now Liza and I snug down, inches from the floor, on just a mattress.
Our living room furniture is no longer nicely arranged.
Now it is pushed back and out of the way.
But, it's okay.
Our kids are little and won't be little forever.
And, like my friend Emily's parents always said....
"We just can't have anything nice."