The Poo Poo Couch of Doom
Yes, our beloved couch of 11 years has met its' demise. We have been through sippy cup spills, potty training accidents, sticky lollipop fingers, chocolate smears, and popsicle drips. We have lost our remotes more times than can be counted in the cushions or our favorite piece of furniture. We have snuggled and watched movies, been nursed back to health, and had kids' jumping-off contests (when mom and dad weren't looking). It's a part of our family history! Our couch graced our first apartment, pristine and micro-suade soft and new. Then came Aryn, whom we snuggled, fed, and watched grow from infancy to toddlerhood. Spit-up, sippy cup drips, and rice cereal hands began the couch transformation process. *Note: Did we really look like this in our pictures? Well...here we are! When we moved to our first house, this piece of furniture went through potty training, a baby with serious colic issues, chocolate smears, and washable marker...