…screened in porch with stairs and a wheelchair lift!
Or a ton of lumber peeking over a broken, ugly gate. Whatever. Same thing. Sort of. Almost.
Life should be fun for the next few weeks! A major project, contractors, a pre schooler, a baby, and a toddler that decided last week to potty train herself. But only sometimes. And definitely not if it involves the messier end of things. The words “I pooped! In playroom!” will forever strike fear info me, though not as much as being followed by “I helped clean up half of it” from the big sister. Oh kids. I love you.
Speaking of, here are my princesses yesterday on Halloween. We had Cinderella, baby Cinderella, and monkeypunzel (Lily argued with me when I told her she was rapunzel. Why did I disagree with a 2 year old again?)