I used to look with disdain upon scenes like these, and comment that I would never let my house become overrun with baby stuff:
Now our house looks like this more often than not.
And I must confess, when I come home to this type of mess after dropping June off at day care, it makes me feel a bit sad. The mess points out her absence, and then I miss her and resent all the obligations that lead to day care. *Sigh.*