Ok...so Claire is just starting to wake up from her 6 1/2 minute nap, and I think I have just enough time to change a lightbulb in the kitchen. I grab our last extra floodlight bulb, climb like a monkey onto the kitchen counter and reach for the bulb. Now, we've only lived here for about a year so I'm curious about how much dust has gathered on top of the cabinets. I peek over the top, and what do I see? This little guy. First I thought he was a St. Joseph statue for selling the house, but after closer inspection, he looks like a carpenter. Maybe a saint of carpentry...wait, wouldn't that be Jesus? Hmmm. Well, either way it certainly brightened up my day. Edit: Andy just told me St. Joseph is the saint of carpentry. Good to know.
By the way - I had just enough time to get the lightbulb changed. Claire is now asleep on my shoulder. Again.
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