Demolition is officially done, and so the contractor is putting in the base of the second floor, sort of a foundation. This is more elaborate than any of us expected, given how flimsy the support was for the old second floor. The guys are quick, though; they adjusted the building plans a tiny bit and were able to get right back at it.
Speaking of adjustments: I’m home this week with the baby, and listening to the saws and hammers and CLONK noises coming right above us is taking some getting used to. For me, at least – Owen sleeps through it all, while papa grimaces at every noise and considers pacing for hours a day on the off-chance that something should come through the ceiling and he and baby would have to make a run for it.