A house, not yet a home

I took a bijillion pictures of the house this weekend in anticipation of putting them up here but lo and behold the camera USB cord has gone missing so I'll have to root around more carefully. Hopefully pictures will be up by tomorrow. But the verbal low-down is as so: The house looks like a house now- there are four walls the entire length, with a roof clad in plywood (shingles are not done yet). The windows are in (well, mostly - see below). There is a make-shift stairwell made of plywood which is a darn good approximation of real stairs and are much nicer to ascend/descend than a rickety ladder. Many of the interior walls are up, with closets for the bedrooms. The interior door is sitting in the "livingroom", waiting for the drywall to be delivered after the tradesman have done their thing. The bathtub (a 1 piece acrylic unit) hasn't been brought in yet, nor the sliding doors. Since we drive a tiny mouse of a car ('99 Tercel) we need to borrow a work truck to get these items to the site. As you can imagine, it is much nicer to work on the house now that the walls are up and roof is on. There are, of course, two hundred small jobs to get finished (along with one big one-the roof shingles) but hopefully we can do those together in the evenings with a few bright work bulbs and some rocking tunes (and maybe, a small space heater!).
The windows arrived on Friday, three and a half weeks after we ordered them. On Sunday, I wanted to help out by placing all the windows in their appropriate rooms, next to the cut-outs in which they were to be placed. The large fixed window (4' x 4') belonging to the bay window in the dining room was dragged over to the opening, as well as the two smaller side casement windows. We stopped for a bit to do another job, and didn't bring the windows upstairs to the bedrooms. Glad we didn't. The large 4x4' window got pushed over by a gust of wind, knocked the two smaller windows down too, and they all landed in a giant heap in the middle of the floor. It was cold on Saturday, maybe -2 Celsius, so the plastic window frame pretty much shattered on the larger window. Astoundingly, the smaller two windows were intact (one had a slight dent in the frame of the screen) and the actual glass section of the large fixed window was not broken. I was told afterwards that experienced carpenters know better than to set the windows up against the opening, but I am not an experienced carpenter. I am thankful that the damage was so little (it appears that we may be able to get the plastic frame redone, but use the same window so it won't be the $400+ to replace the whole window). And the fact that it was the windows crashing to the ground rather than the way more worrisome husband or father-in-law that I immediately thought about upon hearing the sound was a relief. At the time, they were working on the second floor and some of their precarious moves give me pause for concern. Broken windows=fixable with a couple hundred dollars and a few more days. Broken people=not so much.