Please to forgive. I'm going to be a bit of a one-trick pony for the next little while as I work through this monster of a to-do list we've drawn up enumerating the many, MANY things we have to do to get our house ready for sale. Thankfully, there are professionals who can do things like power-wash little girls' chalk pictures off of brick houses and who can easily fix the two-fold problem of moss growing on concrete porches because of leaking gutters. The bad side of it is that there will be many, MANY checks to write over the next couple of weeks. I only hope that we'll make up our outlay when we sell the house for our full asking price--whatever that ends up being--within hours of our actually listing it--whenever we can manage it. I wake up nights now trying to think of what items I'll have time to do in between keeping Bean entertained and fed. I discovered today that she very much enjoys UNpacking boxes. Not helpful, baby girl. Not helpful.
Whoops! There goes Bean now, waking up from her nap. My poor baby has been trying to get some molars for a few days now and hates her own mouth at the moment. One big tooth is half-way through, but the other is stubbornly refusing to surface. We've all got a lot going on just now.