I can't believe we pulled this off.

Paul was starting to look like an upside-down mop. Mrs. Schlichting's is out of the question for a week and a half at least, and I couldn't think of a polite response to the inevitable grocery store inquiry of "What's her name?" I had to resort to the cell phone to occupy his attention and his hands, but he was Super Kid, really. It was a long process--at least half an hour. What a trooper. Please see the poll. This was my first time.

Before. . .

Here's Paul helping me sweep.

After.

"Mommy, what are you doing?"


"Okay, I'll pose."


"Finally, my toys."

Let's look at that one more time.

Before. . .


After.