Once upon a time on Thanksgiving, Wyatt cut Dakota's hair and she cut his. His cute calic in the back covers where she cut. He cut right square in the middle of her forehead, hahahaha. A week later she came to me, handed me a chunk, and said, "I found my hair!!" She hates to talk about it and hates when I talk about it, so we all just ignore it and pretend it's always been like that. Once upon a time two weeks ago, Tim was fixing a leak in our bathroom and found some mold, so he tore out the walls and floor, and everything else, and is redoing it from scratch. New everything- floor, walls, vanity, tub, shower, toilet, all of it. I'm so grateful he knows how to do things like this, and with what he doesn't know, he researches, tries it out, and asks for help. He's a super good person. For awhile, we could see clear down to our living room. When the kids sat on the couch, Tim and I were upstairs in the bathroom findi...