So the coffee table is gone. A small thing, but to me it feels like the beginning of the end of the pleasing aesthetic in our living room. My living room was the room in our house that was "done" being decorated, that I didn't want to change. So I pouted for a few days, and now I am accepting the change and moving on. Watching BB spot me sitting on the couch and crawling over to my feet with a huge smile, unimpeded by the table, definitely makes it easier.
Thankfully, the timing of this has coincided with the completion of decorating our bedroom. After several rearranges and seemingly endless searches for inspiration, we finally have our bedroom the way we want it, and we think it is lovely - peaceful and reflective of us. So while the living room is being deconstructed and overtaken with toys and board books (and we hope there are even more toys and books in our future), we have a peaceful haven just for J and I as our family grows.
The view from our door: