As I type, my children are somehow peacefully napping while a major ruckus goes on upstairs. I, on the other hand, had to get out of the kitchen, fearing for my life. I can't wait to go up and see what James has torn out today. The pile on the side of the house is growing as he continues to chunk things out the upstairs window.

This is getting to be a familiar feeling: we're having guests for dinner, and I'm wondering if the house will still be standing when they arrive. (
see here) HA! Guess I need to get used to it (and trust that my man knows what he's doing!)
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