Baby Takeover!

I finally got LS2 down for a good nap.... again knock on wood. As I look over the computer screen I realize our house has been taken over by a four month old.  She not only owns our every waking hour but the house has been transformed. I realized that there is not one bloody room in this house that does not have a baby item in it. Yes, even the guest bedroom. I think a friend of ours slept with Sophie the giraffe last night! She is a high dollar hooker, that Sophie...tramp.
At first my husband, Engineman, was putting the swing back into her room every time we were expecting company. Well those days have clearly ended. The swing has a permanent home in the living room, the kitchen table houses a super seat, and the pack and play resides in our bedroom. BUT WAIT; THERE'S MORE! The gigantic exersaucer rotates from the kitchen to living room. That thing is its own island and doesn't fit through doorways. Okay, okay.  I will stop
there.  But you know I could go on (as I pull a teething ring from under the couch cushion). Please tell me I am not alone in feeling as if my house has turned into a obstacle course of plastic and primary colors.
Oh shit, gotta hurdle over the playmat, the crockpot is making noises. Yes, I said crockpot.