so this past weekend we headed over to help her put the floor in. when i say we i do really mean we. we all had our jobs. the hubs helped my mom install the flooring. claire supervised. she was awake most of the time due to some loud banging, but did manage to catch a cat nap here and there.
and my job, well my job was to ensure the supervisor was happy (had to keep her tummy full) and of course keep the mood light by constantly asking the hubs and my mom "on a scale of 1 to 10 how much fun are you having", id especially ask this question after hearing some frustrated words after hammering a finger or something like that. cuz im nice like that.
claire also got to spend some quality time with grandma and auntie kenzie...but still had no interest what-so-ever in a new toy. even if we attempted multiple times (i lost count)
