A few finishing touches and it’s all coming together. The windows went in, the curtains went up. It’s nice to catch a breeze (whenever I write that word, I think of how my mom calls me Breezer Weezer or Breezey Weasey sometimes) and soon the tree right outside the window will explode in pink flowers.
A friend reupholstered our Craigslist rocker, and little creatures are taking up residence on the walls:
Reality check: Wilbur has also decided that he should poop in the nursery. Naughty pup. He’s never gone in the house before, so it’s fantastic that he’s decided to do this now, with the new carpet in. Probably his doggy way of staking a claim. It’s a good thing we finally got the door on to keep him out! Any suggestions?
Two Buzzfeed parenting articles that cracked me up: