If someone were to happen upon my house right now, they might think we've been burgled.
The rocking chair is tipped on its side so the baby can't crawl into it, stand, and rock. (While laughing with delight.) There are chairs all over, as make-shift gates...since the gate I bought on Monday has already been broken. Toys mark a Hansel and Gretel-esque path through the chaos.
Tangible evidence of what I'm most thankful for this upcoming holiday.