After nearly one year with my infant son, I looked around our home, and things appeared quite different; breast pumps and spit rags and bibs and pacifiers, Baby Björn potties and nose suckers and thermometers and little chewed-up bits of cardboard all littered the landscape.

I wanted to take a few of these now-everyday objects and elevate them to the status of still life subject. As my son is now lord of the manor, a cheeky title was in order.