Did the toys get wet? Did somebody feed the stuffed animals after midnight? I think they’re multiplying! I’m amazed at how easy it is to forget just how much stuff has accumulated until it’s all sitting in a pile staring you in the face. The speed at which this pile-up is accomplished is equally as amazing. Let’s rewind. After breakfast Sunday morning, Emerson contentedly played in her room while I reluctantly worked in my room (putting away laundry and prepping for taxes). When I checked in on her the first time, what I found was too cute to forget. It appeared to me that Emerson was watching her babies watch...