Just as we finally recovered financially from our slab leak in September, another leak hit in early November. Turns out it was a tiny pinhole leak, literally naked to the eye, that was spewing from the pipe that feeds into our shower. Rather than pay for the expensive demolition and clean up, we spent an evening ripping out the wet walls ourselves. I learned why every man needs a crowbar, because ours certainly saved the day.
The great thing about life is that there are always patches of sunlight amid the storm clouds. Johnny is such a source of joy in our family. He is an expert at smiles and giggles and will comply with any sibling that wants to entertain him for a while. It turns out that he is quite the social boy and will attempt to talk to any baby that we come across on our errands.
My Samantha Doll collection came out of the rafters the other day, much to the delight of Ruth and Emmy. It's been fun revisiting all the playtime that I enjoyed as a young girl. Ruth now wants a doll of her own for Christmas. She will have be be a really good girl.
