I arrived home to a very bad sign: a Caterpillar excavator parked in the field across the street. Pink stakes a few weeks ago foretold this day but now the minor sinkholes have been replaced by basement-sized holes which will soon be basements. We've had a good run. In truth I don't think we really expected to be in this house when the mountain view we've enjoyed disappeared behind our neighbors, but if we could have predicted the collapse of the housing market we'd probably be in good shape anyway, mountain-view wise.
Carter's little teeth have now made it through his gums and seem to be bothering him. This must be wrenching for any parents, but I'm simply out of practice because he hasn't done his angriest laser cry since he was a few weeks old and we're very much used to happy Carter smiling happily. Feel better, duder. Solid food when you do!
Thursday, January 12, 2012