The Kind of House I Live In

Remember that game MASH we used to play when we were little? The game where your entire future was mapped out, including the type of house you would live in. Rarely does reality match childhood visions. I certainly could not have dreamed the kind of house I would live in.

I live in the kind if house where little helpers drop brand new rolls of toilet paper into the toilet.  And then try to flush them.

I live in the kind of house where the formal dining room detailed on the house plans with wainscoting is a playroom filled with pink and purple. I live in the kind of house where we have much more use for a playroom than a formal dining room.

I live in the kind of house where you can find a potty seat in the foyer and a princess couch in the bathroom on any given day.

I live in the kind of house where "The cookies are ready! The cookies are ready!" is said with the same urgency as Paul Revere's midnight ride proclamation of "The British are coming!".

I live in the kind of house where I get to play DJ Lance as my own Yo Gabba Gabba characters dance around singing "Try it, you'll like it".

I live in the kind of house where fingerprints made with lip gloss, chocolate, popsicles, and paint can be found in places you wouldn't dream little fingers could reach.

I live in the kind of house where we've traded independant sleepers who put themselves to bed and sleep all night in their own room for co-sleeping and all night cuddles.

I live in the kind of house where tutus and princess costumes are as common as cardigans and jeans.

I live in the kind of house where we believe "the sparklier the better!"

I live in the kind of house where we may eat cheeze-its and smarties candy for breakfast.  Hypothetically, of course.

I live in the kind of house where imperfections are a given, but where hugs and kisses are given freely and love abounds.