When we had our most recent meeting with the builders of our new house, they gave us a schedule that outlined Days it is Unsafe for You to Enter the Property, Days it is Okay to Enter with Supervisor Permission, and Days it is Safe to Enter.

The unsafe days are all in red, the safe with permission were outlined in yellow, and the safe days in green.

The schedule was pretty much entirely red.

So I don't dare step foot on the property while it's a red day. What if the site super is nearby and catches me? I'd be violating the terms of our contract if I were caught in the house on a red day. They might throw me in jail! They might stop building the house altogether!

Or maybe not.

So they now have the second floor atop the first set of walls, and that's cool. The main stairway is in... but, of course, I haven't dared to actually enter the property to inspect it (or climb up it). Walking around the perimeter of the property, there's the smell of lots and lots of wet wood. New house smell, of a sort.

Man, I am such the giddy little suburbanite, all excited about our new house going up. The proximity to schools and parks and trails, the family-oriented community, and the many neighbors who live there already who have kids the same age as Alex.

Buying the mini-van was nowhere near as thrilling as all this.

Yee-ha.