Letting Go...

I guess part of having children means letting go of having a perfect home. I'm not sure if this is primarily a boy thing or if it just comes with having children in general, but my house is becoming quite "used" and abused.

Poor guy was just a little too excited to open the door for me as we came in through the garage and popped this beauty in our wall. When I called Rich down to give him a heads up on the new look of this wall, Xander went and hid in the pantry. He thought he was going to get in trouble. After assuring him, that he wasn't, he came out and we explained how we have to be "gentle" with things...