
Here is Brian with a rake pulling down the wood after all the nails were taken out.
This would be the really nasty dead squirel.
Here he is in Brian's duffle bag. We spent about 30 mintues chasing him around the house and then finally trapping him. We knew he was a baby, but we weren't sure if he was big enough to make it on his own. So we captured him and called animal control. They came and looked at him, said he was old enough and let him go.
Story #2. When I was preggo with Lorelei me and Houston went to Nebraska for a week. We got a good deal. Since Houston could still sit on my lap, our one ticket cost us $208. We went to Nebraska so that we would be out of the house during the worse of the bathroom remodel. Here are some before and after pictures.
This is Houston and Grandma while the bathroom was being worked on. He was just shy of 19 months. And when we were there it had been about three weeks since he had first started walking.
Story #3: Poor Houston! The pretty new bathroom and barely gotten down and Houston christened it. With his face. We were getting ready for bathtime and we was over-eager. He slipped and smashed his face just above his eye on the rim of the tub. There was a massive goose-egg within seconds. We took him to the ER. They x-rayed him to make sure that he didn't break is occipital bone. (The "technical" term would be the "eye-socket bone") No breaks, he just bruised the heck out of it. Here are some great pictures of his black eye.
Yes, I do realize that I am making some derranged alien face in this picture.

