Since last Monday we’ve been spending our days at Gran and Granddaddy’s house because our house is undergoing a minor renovation (but any renovation is cause for removing Liam from the premises these days).
The dreaded wall is partially gone (life is one big compromise, isn’t it?). I’ll post a chronicle when we’re all finished, but here are some pictures of me taking some long-awaited whacks at that wall.
There’s some fantastic symmetry about being pregnant again and finally getting to take some chunks out of that wall because during my last pregnancy it took everything I had to leave it alone. Demolition is good therapy.
