During the week when nobody is here my living room looks EXACTLY like what I swore it never would: colorfully vile baby crap everywhere. A few times a week I think about how she doesn't NEED all this stuff and why do we even own it?
Because sometimes she gets in it and is so damn enthralled she gives me a face like this and we're like, "Hey! She's having fun! And that means I could go to the bathroom now that she's occupied! Huzzah for baby entertainment devices!"