Then we went to lunch at a local restaurant with Uncle Keith and Aunt Anne. Jack was not bashful about needing a diaper change in the middle of the restaurant (all the other tables were empty). Jack was a little bashful about being a nuddie-bird on camera.
Hello giant hole in my kitchen. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... (I'm kidding of course, I'm just so organized that when I'm in the middle of projects I always experience the anxiety of living in mess until it's done. Which will be about 4/5 weeks this time around.)