So a few weeks ago after M decided to have our home appraised, I came home for my all to frequent appts with the Midwives to find him scheming. What would a guy with a 7th child arriving any day be scheming about? It was not getting the cradle down from the attic as a matter of fact. He decided we HAD to remodel the Master Bath. I assured him that he had, indeed, lost his mind. After a time we finally compromised on a new tile, tub, shower job and leave the rest.
Here goes. Eli felt pretty special that he was allowed to do some of the dirty work. Usually M only trusts them to run his errands so it was a big day for the men of the house.