steamroller

Our days are filled with endless movement, hollering and banging lately. Bright plays out his role as Bob the Builder to a T and is hard to redirect when I cannot take the constant hammering and sawing that goes along with his play. He is also having great fun exploring his vocal capacity and I am thankful that most of the other tenants here are either at work during the day or are retired and semi-hard of hearing, or just don't care about his yeowling. He loves to ask us "Howyadoin" and "whatyadoin", as well as saying "Hey dude." He gets a bit fixated on a theme centered on an exciting event of the day or days ago and will chit chat on and on about it. Thankfully though he has taken to playing a new game of hiding where he lays down and asks to be covered up with a blanket. He lays still and whispers "Hiding". He will stay that way for an increasing longer amount of time these days. My sweet silence!

We, or I, continue the house hunt. It seems so hard to raise a boy in an apartment. Boys seem to be so rowdy or full of life. I hate to keep hushing him. I also would like him to sleep later than 6am but the heavy walkers upstairs are up and at 'em at the crack of dawn every blessed day. So keep us in your prayers that there is some little dump house out there with our name on it.... Preferably in the Town of Jerusalem and with low taxes :)

Here's some pictures.