Ahh the joy of a house without window coverings and the condensation it brings. At least it’s pretty right? Healthy, meh.
That’s Dad on the window sill, hi Dad!
Today we paint Ethan’s room. Thank god.
He has been sleeping in our bed this week (Dave has been relegated to the floor) and I have never been kicked so many times in my life. He is also a little furnace like his dad so throws the covers off both of us 39 times each night leaving my freezing self suffering and fighting for my life. What? It’s true!
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