The day it started to get really cold was the day our ducting decided to fall apart. Clayton was downstairs Friday morning when he heard a crash in the basement. He went down there and found that this air duct had fallen from the ceiling. It happened to be wrapped in asbestos tape, which is toxic if inhaled. So I called the home warranty people, who told me that they can fix it really easily... next Monday. I thought we could handle a weekend without heat. Silly me. It was so miserable. I now have a very deep appreciation for my furnace, space heater, heated blanket, down feather comforter, sweat pants, and friends who let me stay at their house instead of my frozen abode.
(5ish weeks apart- doubled in size)
Abe is doing well. He learned how to ring a bell by the back door to tell us he needs to go to the bathroom. Sometimes he abuses it when he wants to go outside to play. He's also gotten pretty impatient. If he rings the bell and we are taking too long to put our jackets/boots on, he'll start ringing that bell over and over and over until we open the door. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
(watching the baseball world series)
He's such a little cuddle bug.