Don't be fooled. Little man only feels good when his tylenol is in full effect. I wonder if his throat is bothering him because as soon as he ate the above-pictured cheese, he held it in his mouth and eventually I had to coax him to spit in in my hand. Lovely.
The rooms are all emptied and ready for their big weekend. B insists that this is all going down this weekend, despite the impending snowstorm of doom. I did my part and prepped everything, so Becks and I will hang out at B's parents' house (probably snowed-in) and B is going to work at our house. He's nervous about doing it by himself. {If you've ever finished hardwood yourself, all tips are welcome! We don't want to mess anything up.} However, if it doesn't work out, there's always carpet, right?
The kitchen finally has a use other than sitting around being ugly. Sorry, kitchen. Sometimes the truth hurts. And, yes, I moved the matress and box springs myself. {Insert smug smile here}
Hopefully, I'll be able to post some updates throughout the weekend. Off to pack our bags!
PS. Good luck Josh and Michelle. Can't wait to meet Baby P!!!!!! Thinking about y'all :)
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