Call Child Services!

The door on the right is the door to the old bathroom.
The black vapor barrier shows the size of the room.

When the girls and I got home from school, we saw a toilet on the front yard. Please don't think we usually live like this. (It's for emergencies only!) The old room had a teeny teeny teeny tiny little bathroom in it. It was so small that we would hit our heads on the opposite wall when we got up from the toilet. In order to wash your hands you had to sort of stand sideways to maneuver between the sink and the door. Whenever people would ask us how many bathrooms our house has we would say just one, because this one didn't really count as a room. Take a look at the photo, you'll see what I mean.

Julia climbing high

The girls were fascinated by the fact that they could see the attic of the house. Julia decided that it would be cool beyond words to have a room up there (she reads a lot of teen-focused novels) until she climbed up the ladder and realized that it wasn't as romantic as she had thought. Still, I was pretty impressed with how brave she was to get all the way up on that ladder. I certainly didn't want to try it.

My little carpenter-in-training

Then Grace wanted to help Daddy out by wielding the sledgehammer (I had to close my eyes at that). She actually did really well. She knocked out a piece of wood and then used the prybar to pull out some nails. Hidden talents. Maybe we'll keep her home from school for the next few days so that she can help Darryl and Tom finish demolishing the ante-room. Heck, if she does a good enough job maybe we can forget about college all together, she can drop out of 6th grade, and then start learning a trade. It's about time she started earning her keep. You want your own bedroom? Work for it!