Also titled: When my house most resembled a meth kitchen. Much of my lack of posting lately is accredited to the fact that we have no place to call home currently. We have done a pretty fine job of ripping apart our upstairs--and unlike our downstairs project, we actually USE our upstairs which means that we have no safe place for kids.* **
*Although lockjaw seems like an appealing parenting option at times, we are going to go ahead and skip the tetanus risk in favor for time-outs.
**Matt's parents have been a very gracious host for the last couple weeks.