I remember my mom coming into my bedroom when I was 14 and snapping a quick photograph, giggling, and walking out. My room was a wreck. Photos ALL over the floor, glue, stickers (I made a pretty fabulous scrapbook of my sophomore year), clothes piled in all corners (remember what a real struggle dressing for high school was?!). I forgot about it until the film (!) came back and she showed me the photo, telling me that her good friend urged her to take a picture of the mess because one day it wouldn't be there and she'd miss it. I love that perspective and now, in the midst of constant-tiny-apartment-toddler-mess, am doing my best to embrace it and enjoy it. What a gift to your littles to allow creativity and imagination take over the household. Thanks for the lesson, Mama. xo