The bathroom is ready for greenrock. (That's sheetrock w/ mold resistant stuff in it, but ours isn't green, so I don't know why I'm still calling it greenrock. Good thing this isn't an official This Old House remodel blog or we'd be getting letters from angry drywallers.)
The living room is ready for heating.
There's a tent in the kitchen. How cool is that when you're seven and five and two? WAY cool.
We're going to "live" in the first bedroom for a while when we move in. It's backed against the wall w/ the wood stove, so nobody will freeze in the mornings.
The "shop" has been relocated from the living room and deck to the master bedroom and back deck. Hence, the room and safety aspect for the tent in the kitchen.
OH! And have y'all ever seen a Big Lots FURNITURE?!?!? Oh holy bat crap. This place is amazing! It's Big Lots, which we know and love, but it's ALL furniture. And I'm talking WOWSA, this place is nifty, FURNITURE! Anyhow, I've been looking for a futon mattress for several weeks now. We just wanted a thin (read: cheap) all-purpose pad. You know, something to keep the children from slipping between the bars on the futon frame. A place to, in true futon fashion, pass out when we just can't push on any more. Although we salvaged the frame from the curbside, we wanted a new mattress because... well, c'mon, futons aren't for the prudish... SO. Back to the story, futon mattresses are ridiculously overpriced! Did you know that? Ugh. We found one place online that sells them for $139, but when you add the seventy bucks shipping, there's no savings. So we popped in there yesterday. The conversation (may all future purchasing conversations emulate this one) went something like this:
Me: (openly drooling at the displays) Wooooowwww...
BLF Guy: Can I help you, ma'am? Lamps? Couches? A bib?
Me: Yeahhhhh... I need a futron mattress... and one of those barstools... no. No barstools. Just a futon mattress. Do you have those?
BLF Guy: (chuckles quietly) Yeah, what kind would you like?
Me: Cheap.
BLF Guy: The $79 one, then!
Me: Wow, you're good!
And he headed off to retrieve a lovely, cheap futon mattress for me. I followed slowly, wanting desperately to TOUCH THINGS, but knowing I was covered in grease and would leave many easily identifiable finger prints by which to track me down and make me pay for damages. But ohhhhh.....
BLF Guy came back with a HUGE mattress, rang it up, and then (BLESS HIM) carried it to the pickup for me. *happy sigh*
One. More. Change. To the cabinet order.
I'm not even going to venture a guess on the fridge.
The stove-related eye twitch is back.
But those are Zorak's things to handle. I'm good to go, otherwise.
We have a new mascot. He is The Poor Lizard that walked under a piece of paneling on the deck. He didn't make it. He did, however, dry out quite nicely, and James has adopted (?) him. Absconded with him? I don't know what you call it, but it's a boy and his pressed lizard remnants, and they are quite happy. Now if he'd quit leaving the thing standing upright on the banister (the critter is only three inches long, but it's disturbing to walk out there at night and be greeted by it in its three-legged dance of the dead pose!)
John is learning some not-so-fun lessons in personal responsibility. For instance, if you have gloves and you insist on putting them somewhere other than the tool table, you will lose valuable play time until you retrieve them. Your brother will lovingly help you look, but that offer caps out at three occasions per 24 hour period for the same. pair. of. gloves. Your mother stops speaking coherently after the fourth such occurrence, and you'd rather just suffer than ask her to help you look. However, last night as we headed out, he proudly announced that his gloves were on the tool table and aren't we proud! (Yes, sweetie, we are. These lessons are no fun at all, but you're learning them well. Good Job.)
Smidge decided yesterday that he'd really like a nap and since nobody seemed ready to go for a ride in the pickup with him, he just climbed onto the bench seat, folded his arms, and laid his head down. It was precious, but it broke my heart. I want my baby to fall asleep in my arms, not at some hard table. May this phase be over soon so we can get back to our regularly scheduled snuggling.
Midwife's appt today. Better get on the ball!
Kiss those babies!
Dy
6 comments:
Can I just say again how exciting it is to read about your renovation progress?! I feel so involved, LOL! We also got a cheap futon mattress many years ago (10, to be exact), and it is holding up quite well--hope yours lasts at least twice as long! : )
Dy, I'm LOL at your three-legged dance of the dead. Sounds like something my oldest ds would do. (But he would be TRYING to scare me! Grin)
The photos are awesome. I'm salivating at the prospect of FINALLY getting to see the before and after shots of the house. (I know you're looking even more forward to it than all of us are, but still... you get to see the work in progress! And we just have to wait! wahhhhhhh...)
Hope today is productive and fun.
Karen
who grew up on five acres and loved every minute of it
Gotta love the Big Lots guy!
How awesome that you guys are going to "move in!" I'm so happy for you!
Hope that nasty twitch goes away. *grin*
futons aren't for the prudish
ROFL!! Good call on buying a new matress!
So glad James is enjoying his dead lizard. Quentin has a fascination with slugs, of which we have no short supply...ICK!!
The revovation sounds like it is coming along nicely! Have fun!!
~Em
LOL!!! We just got a Big Lots in town and even my carpenter dad was impressed with the furniture! And it's so reasonably priced! It's heaven... ;-)
Sounds like things are coming together! I am so excited for you- I loved the pictures. What a neat place for your kids to grow up and make memories. DO you think they'll be talking about the dried up lizard when they're toasting at each other's weddings? ;)
Ahhhh- the stuff of childhood. It's all good.
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