Are not Mother-In-Laws The Best?

When Sherry’s mom was here a couple of weekends ago for Clara’s birthday party she clocked more than her fair share of hours helping us clean the house in preparation. Perhaps her most miraculous accomplish was in the future playroom / second kids bedroom (aka: current junkroom) which looked like this when she arrived (no kidding):

Since our junk in short screamed “I Will Topple Over On Your Baby!” we were simply planning to close and lock the door during the party to keep all of the littler guests away from certain death. That plan went to pot when we realized that we could not physically close the door anymore (mainly due to the poorly timed delivery of a large box full of replacement parts for our recalled outdoor grill, which came the day before the party).

So before one might consider us candidates for an episode of Hoarders, my mother-in-law took it upon herself to get things organized. Ahhhhh……

Now the door closes, which was certainly necessary for the party (let me paint you a picture: kids everywhere). Surprisingly, Diana did not in fact throw that much away – except perhaps a few boxes that we had been hanging on to (like the one for Sherry’s sewing machine in case she and Oh Brother did not survive their first few rocky weeks together). So this truly is simply a result of sorting and putting things in some semblance of order (pillows with pillows, baskets nested inside of each other or stacked, etc).

Now it is nearly like this whole room is our mega “decor store” from which to pull frames, accessories and pillows when we need ’em elsewhere in the house. At least that is what we tell ourselves when we feel especially slothy for having a room full of not-sure-where-it’ll-land-yet stuff after five months of living here.

Oh, and notice that vintage kids chair? That was a birthday gift from Sherry’s mom. It is the actual chair that she and her six siblings used when they were growing up to eat meals. Cool, right? I mean, in that totally-not-up-to-current-safety-standards way. But nonetheless, it is lively to have in our possession (imagining my mother-in-law as a baby eating mushed up bananas is consistently a trip). we have big plans for it as Clara’s big girl chair after she’s past her highchair days. In fact Sherry’s already googling around to make sure we can safely fix it up (making sure there are not any lead/formaldehyde issues since those were used in old furnishings). That is my slightly neurotic girl.

As glad as it made us to have the room walkable again, it is obviously still miles away from being a usable playroom. Luckily there is no rush to get began (since the living room, office, sunroom, nursery, and kitchen are all playrooms for the bean these days). But Clara and I did take a few moments to enjoy the fact that we could in fact see the floor again. The fact that all 6 feet of me can now lay down in there is nothing short of a miracle.

Thanks Nonna! We promise to (do our best not to) mess it up again.