Perfect Timing.

Settling in to the new house, finally got the air conditioner fixed so we can freaking relax inside, unpacking the endless mountain of boxes and boxes and boxes. Ella is loving the new yard and being able to actually play outside with the neighbor kids. And Charlie? He decided that this week would be the absolute perfect time to do this:











I like to call this the "Hey Mom, Guess What? YOU'RE SCREWED." look.

This new development led to the immediate shrieking of HOLY HELL, GET THE SCREWDRIVERS AND HAMMERS AND TINY NAILS AND HOT CUPS OF COFFEE OFF OF THE TABLE NOOOOWWWW. Perfect week to do this, since there are random small things laying about everywhere on coffee tables and low shelves. Nothing is safe any more.

But he does look pretty damn cute when he pulls up and is so proud and he just laughs and shrieks and claps and oh wait, you need two hands to hold on to the table so when he claps he falls on his face.