Homeownership and New Parenthood

"I can help!"

Bryant and I are trying to get a picket fence up in front of our house before BUGS this weekend. I never realized how difficult outdoor projects are with a child until this one. We can put Reeves in the excersaucer during the middle of the day, but not in the afternoon because the gnats are too bad. So, basically, we can work for a bit in the middle of the day and while he is napping. This isn't really that bad a plan. Unfortunately, this weekend, we must not have informed Reeves of our intention. He decided that napping for long periods of time was maybe not such a good idea. Just as B and I would get a pretty good stretch going, the monitor would pipe up with screams of terror. "I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE WITHOUT ME!! MY TEETH ARE HURTING!! YOU MUST COME TAKE CARE OF MEEEEE!!!" Poor thing. I don't usually rush to his wake up cries, but these were awful. I did let him go on the first time, and he was so upset and sobbing when I got there that I felt terrible. Oh, and there was the one time where, I swear, he took his diaper off, wet himself and the bed, and put his diaper back on. Everything was soaked in that crib except for the diaper. Needless to say, I was not able to be so much help on the fence project. Now this week, it looks like the fence is going to have to be an "after Reeves goes to bed" chore. There's nothing like working by thie light of the moon and the flood lights and the car headlights! I just hope we can read the level.