We came home from work on Thursday to find that the floor support boards had been installed. Yippee! The room is starting to take shape. The kids loved to see the "ladder" of sorts that were displayed in the floor boards. Jon put Dominic in the middle of it all, so we could share his cute little face in the midst of our living room chaos.

On Friday when we came home from work, the subfloor was nearly complete. I think there's the second layer that needs to go in where you see the black paper -- that's where it stopped and needs to continue. Also notice that the ceiling's hole is patched. Yippee again!

Jon spent ALL day on Sunday tearing up the cement floor where he's standing. For some reason, they laid about a 1.5 inch layer of cement UNDER the porcelain tiles that were in the entryway. So not only did he have to tear up porcelain tile, he also had to tear up concrete! It was a long and dusty process. Look at our table in the foreground of the photo -- all that dust was just from that day. You can even see where my cell phone had been laying. I'm quite sure we should have been wearing a mask. I came out from folding laundry, and my comment to Jon was, "I just made cement in my mouth." Literally, the dust combined with my saliva, and I felt like I had just licked the driveway! GROSS! And very unhealthy, I'm sure.

Another observation I made (several times) during the day: a garbage can full of concrete rubble is HEAVY. Very. And it's even heavier when it's in dust form rather than in the bigger chunks. And the 5th barrel is much heavier than the first one -- even if it's not as full. My biceps are burning today!

That said... I'm sure Jon's in pain! He's the one who slaved over it. He commented at the end of the day that "weak in the knees" is a saying that he can identify with completely. He wasn't certain his knees would support his weight. He was just plain wiped out. Mission accomplished though, and we're excited to see the next step!