The renovation treadmill

I finally got the trim painted in the kids' rooms so that I could photograph the house for a planned home exchange to Germany this summer.  Also because I wanted to complete that task before moving on to the next one - renovating in the kitchen.
In the meantime, I received the light fixtures for the front entrance, and put them up, but now I have to figure out why the light switch for one of them was plastered over... Ominous.
So the upshot is that the main floor is a construction zone.
Emma commented the other day, "It's weird.  Right now our bedrooms are the cleanest place in the house."

Do they even know why they get punished?

Well, Emma seems to have a firm grip on what's going on around her.

 I found a note crumpled up in Oscar's room.  I'm not sure I could really call it an apology:

It reads:

Dear Oscar,

I hope next time we play outside you aren't so mean because those were my blocks.

Sincerely, Emmanuelle.  

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