Sniff....

Since before Z-boy could stand up, we would prop him up against this wall and measure his growth. He's gone from a little tyke to a somewhat strong-willed 7 year old and shot up feet (sometimes it seems like it happened all at once). Yesterday a piece of OUR history came down. I tranfered the markings and the dates that I could make out to pieces of paper that I taped together so the real heights would be there. Once we own our new house, we will find a doorjam to transfer the markings to again.

I've removed the stripping on the walls and patched them. Today I'm painting them "sandstone". It looks a little bit pink, but it looks okay....