Construction and Chameleons

The children and I are in the beginning of a construction phase. (Day 5 of 28, to be exact.)

And no, I'm not talking about the paper kind that makes for fun art projects when combined with cottonballs, glitter and glue.

I'm talking about the kind that requires only Mr. Marvelous to live/sleep/shower at our home. The kind that allows for no little people toddling under foot throughout a dusty house full of workers. The kind that doesn't cater to peaceful and quiet naptimes. And the kind that takes this diningroom/kitchenette/kitchen:


and makes it look like this:

I'll be honest, we're not lacking in the "What to do?" department of our upcoming 4 weeks. The first born personality in me has a planned and detailed schedule of all the approaching entertainment meant to distract us from the drilling, tiling, and hanging wires me from the accumulating layer of dust and anarchy now present in our home.

And so far, the last 5 days have run smoother than I could have expected. Almost living out of our truck, carrying around 3 bags of a la carte foods, and visiting friends and family that we don't get to see all that often has been an experience that has shown me this:

Our children are quite similar to chameleons.

Brilliant correlation. I know.

No, I don't own a Darwin bumper sticker.