Chez Kaylin, now with 50% less garbage!

If you've been to our house and looked out into what will one day be our backyard, you would have noticed an inordinate amount of debris and garbage. It appears that the men who built our house (I'm sorry, but no woman would litter like this) decided to toss whatever was left in their hands at the end of their last shift into our yards. Things like nails, caulking guns, coffee cups, chunks of brick and large 30-foot pieces of tubing. Needless to say, our "yard" wasn't a place I let Kaylin venture into.

But excitement of excitements, the debris was cleaned up (or buried under, I'm still not sure) and our topsoil was delivered to our lot this week! It may not sound exciting to you, but we no longer feel like we live in the town dump. And it also means that our sod is just around the corner. Woohoo.

It also meant that Kaylin made some new friends this week. She got a big kick out of watching the backhoe and other dirt-pushing-machine-thingy push dirt onto our lot. (I, however, did not enjoy having a backhoe unexpectedly appear in my living room window, so close that I could see the colour of the driver's eyes, as I sat in my pajamas one morning!) She especially liked it when the men driving the machines spotted her watching them, and waved and honked their horns at her. We call them her "dirt friends." She even parked her chair in front of the door at one point, so she could oversee the whole operation...and of course wave at her dirt friends.

In other thrilling construction-zone-hell news, the builder has moved their "command centre" from directly across the street from us to the end of the street. That means the view from my front door no longer includes a portapotty. Yayy.