Day 768

Bertie survived Halloween, even though he wasn't allowed to lick all the children!

Day 766

The dog has decided he needs to help prepare us to be parents. 

Today he was helping prepare us for when the baby keeps crying for no reason and shits everywhere.

Day 765 (belated)

DECK IS DONE, DECK IS DONE, TRA LA LA LA LA LA!!!!

(Aside from railings, which don't count for the purposes of this post)

Day 764

The landing is taunting me with imminent completion. Bertie will be so excited when we switch to ignoring him inside for our next project.

Day 763

Friends and power tools are the best.

Day 762

The baby kicks enthusiastically when we work outside, and the dog barks. 

Aren't tiny things supposed to sleep a lot?!?

Day 761

Husband is home again! I'm not sure who is happier - me or the dog. So far the dog has been more effective and stealing cuddles.

Day 760

Days with no prospect of seeing Husband are not good days. 

On the plus side, seeing Blueberry and The Merry Wiggles doing well is decidedly a good thing.

Day 759

How we spend our last evening together before husband goes out of town: walk to the polling station and vote together.

Yaaaaaay civic duty!

Day 758

The started off like a giant poofish and then slowly turned into a rather nice day. Mostly when the day started involving more Husband.

Day 757

How much Monday can you cram into a single Monday?

All of them!

Apparently.

Day 756

For my birthday I got pajamas (three pairs that should work at full prego!), all the joists on the landing, pictures of sock puppets, and a hammered thumb. 

Day 755 (belated)

Ate the last of the birthday ice cream the day before my birthday. On purpose. 

So there, birthday!

Day 754

Heartburn, frantic puppy, and lego pardits revisited.

Day 753

I need to stop playing 'Where's Mommy?' with the dog, as apparently he plays a long, depressing game every Thursday afternoon when I'm not actually  home.

Day 752

Silver nitrate = worse.

Day 751

Sharps = bad.

Day 750

Nesting instincts and slow-moving renos are an awkward combination.

Day 749

The dog couldn't decide whether to be terribly terribly bad or terribly terribly snuggly... So he just alternated.

Day 748

Several weeks later... We are finished the prep and can actually start building our stairs!

Day 747 (belated)

We are very bad at living on Brussels time.

Day 746

The dog does not approve of Husband and I going to bed at different times.

Day 745

Always read the whole recipe before baking right before bedtime.

Day 744

Apparently part of the reason for maintaining the house find is the expectation that I will at some point rage smash something in the house - probably a kitchen cupboard. 

Husband is a wise man.

Day 743

And then Husband made cheesy garlick toast, because Husband is a genius who knows how to make everything better.

Bertie is a dog who knows how to explode with urine and poop in front of the dryer.

Day 742

The good thing about spending most of the day working outside is that the dog is almost as tired as we are.

Also, we might actually end up with stairs to the front door again. That is probably also good.

Day 741

Team Manual Labour has magically been transformed into Team All Of The Naps!

Day 740

Husband sacrificed his cinnamon bun breakfast so he could make me a sandwich for lunch. Winning at husbandry = very yes.

Day 739

We seem to be making a baby with good rhythm.

Day 738

Today I learned that it is possible to express that someone cares about language by saying "she is very punctual... And very grammar."