Who drove a car through our house?

Front living room window

Back kitchen window

Back dining room window

Jenny the squirrel terror. Wanted for escape and evasion.

Containment

Attison's play space.

Milk and beans

We found some creative ways of containing Attison while we spent time on the completely unsafe destruction zone that was our 1st floor. One containment method was this container of dried beans. 

Waaaaaay behind

Here are some pictures from our house in December. If you have seen pictures on facebook, we have made quite some progress since then.

Matt and Tim tore out these steps

...and threw them out this old window.

Jenny watched.

Then we chose some bricks to match our existing bricks.

It wasn't actually snowing, but google decided that this visual effect was necessary.

 These are the steel I-beams that will be put in above the windows to hold the weight of the two courses of brick, three stories high above them.

Front window prior to removal and replacement. 

Back dining room and kitchen windows prior to removal and replacement.

I would also like to note that later in this day Tim took about 12 pictures of his own face to surprise me.  I didn't post any because he would be embarrassed, but if there is ever a need to humiliate my husband with 12 close up shots of him making silly faces...well, he walked right into that one. (and they are backed up online, heh heh heh)

Pinecones and leaves

Remember playing outside?

Short update.

A can sign "more" and just signed "milk."

He now says "hi!" and "hat." (Seemingly only to me.)

Melissa from daycare said she thinks he tries to say diaper when she changes him. He has yet to do this for me but we are trying.

He likes his trucks a ton. (Pun intended)

The other night we were playing with blocks and I said "Attison it is time for bed. Can we go brush your teeth?" He stood up, walked to the bathroom, I opened the door and we walked up to the sink and pointed to it. He likes to brush his teeth, but insists on turning the sunk on, which probably comes from his days and weeks of sitting in the sink. Oh the unintended consequences of silly mundane things.