Speaking of the half bath... We tore out all of the fixtures to put in the wood floors and we've been slow putting the pieces back together. Doug reconnected the toilet first, and it was the only thing in the room for several days. This led to a very perplexed Will, who would notice the absence of the vanity and sink and yell, "Oh no! Where's the wash-your-hands? Mama, where'd the wash-your-hands go?" I love two-year-old vocabulary.