No progress... like at all.

Well. I have no updates on the house. Life has been busy. On Friday we were supposed to have family dinner. We didn't. But we still stayed home. Because that seemed like more fun. On Saturday we actually had family dinner. Happy Birthday Jodi! And Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! Sunday, well we stayed home and ate parent sponsored and delivered blizzards. Cookie dough is still my favorite. It was in chocolate ice cream though. Which was a little different. And last night I gotst dunked. Ok, baptized. And it was pretty cool. My silly eyes cried. Testimonies and mentioning babies. Too hard for my over-emotional brain. And today, well, we're sick. I'm almost over it. But Josh is down for the count. So I didn't go without him. I didn't want him to feel left out? Fine! I'm lazy! Are you happy? I admit it. 

I did find enough energy to make my hair purple though. Just a little chunk. I think it's wonderful. My mama doesn't agree. But I like it. 

And my baby. Obviously. Center of my freaking world! Because he's so wonderful. And cute. And never-ending entertaining. He says 'uff'. Any guesses? What does a puppy say? "Uff!" So cute. I think he's just the best. You can choose to disagree. Oh my babe. He also sings a lot. "Dadadada". And is still a pointing champion.

The little man does not like going to bed at night lately. Which makes for a tired mom. That coupled with this whole working business. Getting up at 7:20? I thought 8:30 was early enough. Also, I definitely should have appreciated my sleep more pre-baby. I won't lie, I took advantage of weekends more than I'd like to admit. 11:00 anyone? Oh yes. That is a.m... after turn. 12+ hours of sleep was normal and there were not interruptions. I'm sure my pillow thinks I'm cheating on it. I kind of am. But not on purpose. I'm sorry pillow, please forgive me. (Please note: I realize many people in many places get up at 7:20 always. And they never slept more than 12 hours ever. I am a wimp. I know this. Sleep and me go way back. We're tight. I miss it. Stop judging me, it's not nice.)

Hmm, so, our house is, well, no closer to being done... but we're all still smiling, in the moments between feeling ill... But for real. Life is good. And maybe someday soon my son will sleep through the night consistently. 

Well we can dream...

Jodi comes and tries her hand at insulating.

This is Jodi. She is my sister. In-law. I think she's awesome. If you know her, you do too. She came and helped last night. But for the first time ever I didn't take the camera, so I didn't get an action shot. She brought my brothers. And dad came so we didn't mess up his electrical. This all said, we had a full crew. We got lots done. It was Jodi's first time insulating. She's basically a natural. And now she can cross that off her things to try list. Nothing like an itchy face to prove you've done some work. With everyone's help, we got the basement wired, the insulation 98% complete, the toilet taken out, the plumbing for the washer started, and one wall is vapor barriered. The biggest wall too. So that's something.

The toilet we took out was basically touching the wall. If your aim was off by an inch you would have bruised yourself. I'm sure of it.

Well. My baby is showering me with drool and attention. I better go be entertained. I'll take some pictures. Maybe something fun will happen. Oh! And I owe you a story. I got permission.