The husband resumed work on the wall oven cabinet on Saturday. He felt bad about working on it a) because it took time away from playing with Johnnie, and b) she cries at the sound of power tools. Poor kid was born in the wrong house.
Regardless, he's doing a bang-up job and I'm excited because baking is the one culinary activity I can add to this marriage. We're still working on a design for the doors for the top and bottom sections to add some much-needed concealed storage.
So yeah, progress. If you don't find this exciting enough, you could always head over to my other blog and read my riveting essay on bras.