The plan was to share some photos of our new roof.
Photo by Breno Assis on Unsplash
It didn’t happen.
Igor the roofer sent me a text message at 6am that they were not coming and that tomorrow would be a better day.
You don’t argue with a guy named Igor that knows how to use an air hammer, and carry a package of shingles up a ladder with greater ease than I have reaching for the remote.
So…what then? Here’s today:
- She accompanied BW to the university and while Mommy was at work she watched shows, read books and ate “Big Honking Muffin”.
- She had to bring her doll, because you can’t go out without a doll in your arms.
- The bike riding: we’re getting closer folks. not yet, but closer.
- We went and investigated the new playground set they are installing at the park on the corner.
- She told me she was going outside for a bit, and I found her struggling to bring her bike home from the corner - turns out she had to show the neighbor her new wheels. I helped her drag it back because those pedals stick out when you walk beside it.
- We have a big honking dumpster in our driveway because we are ready for the roof.
Bring it, Igor. Let’s do this.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.