In between solving renovation problems, moving back into our house and packing up to leave again, our family did actually manage to prepare a bit for Christmas this year!
Even if we couldn't decorate the inside of the house, I wanted to do the outside. But then it rained one weekend and Chris was sick the next. I thought I was out of luck all together. But then Sam and I came home one day to find Daddy on the roof. He had left early to put our lights up and surprise us! I felt so much better to have some decorations up, and Sam had a ton of fun helping Daddy get every string - and every "eye bulb" - ready.
My sweet, sweet husband also brought home a 36" Christmas tree that he strung with lights so that I wouldn't be too bummed that we didn't get to put ours up. Isn't he thoughtful?!
Over the month of December Chris and I enjoyed listening to Sam sing one of the songs he'd learned at school. He'd grab a bell and cheer, "Ring those bells and jump up high! Ring those bells and stomp your feet!" Sometimes we even heard it from his bed once he'd gone down for the night. We heard it a lot. So you can imagine how excited I was to see this arrive in my inbox:
Finally, I decided months ago that I wanted to attempt a gingerbread house with Sam this year. Then we started renovating and I quickly realized my visions of crafting it all from scratch were beyond unrealistic. So I bought a kit, thinking surely we'd find an hour to put it together. Well, we ended up taking that still-closed kit with us to Florida and Sam woke me up on Christmas eve asking to do our special craft (seriously, it was the very first thing I did that day, so please don't judge my appearance!). Well, we finally got it done! He enjoyed eating the candy and placing it on my icing dots, and I had fun finishing it up with some prettier details. I think next year is our year for the homemade one!
Next up...Christmas in Florida!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
The Growing Belly - Volume II, Part II
Here we are, me and Marshmallow, a few days ago a few hours short of 28 weeks. So now we are officially into the third trimester - the home stretch! And now that the renovations are over, and Christmas celebrations are winding down, and I think I can finally turn my brain and focus towards preparing for this child's arrival. First up: by Sam a new bed so we can convert his back into a crib!I'm starting to feel large. I think I've moved right on past the "cute pregnant" stage, sigh. But in looking at the pictures from last go round, I don't look too much bigger than I did with Sam, but I was a week further along in those pictures. I think I'm a different shape though. Maybe that's because I'm having a girl, or maybe its because Marshmallow is still head up (Sam was already down by this point). Only time will tell!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
The Accidental Remodel
I've alluded to it in a few other posts, so here you go: the story behind why we weren't exactly living at our house recently.
It all started when I got pregnant - no, really. Our house has two bedrooms. Do we stay or do we go? Well, let's think about it till about week 20, then chat with a few Realtors. Decision? Let's list it! But before we do, lets fix one or two small things, and the foundation. Foundation problems aren't a big deal in pier and beam houses like ours, but it'll still sell better if its done.
So we get a contractor and the foundation guy out here. The news wasn't good. The foundation had problems, but they were fixable. But both workmen found some serious issues with our sub-flooring due to long-term termite and water damage (slow leaking shower). The next thing you know, we are in the middle of a major home improvement project. By the time it was all said and done, here's what we did:
1. Remove carpet in 2 bedrooms and hallway to expose severely damaged sub floor
2. Remove damaged sub floor and corresponding damaged portions of walls
3. Rip out entire master bathroom due to sub flooring and shower leak issues
4. Spend too much time and mental energy resolving conflict between contractor and foundation guy
5. Repair foundation
6. Repair sub floor and walls
7. Remove exterior door in master bedroom, replace with window
8. Expand master closet, add pocket door
9. Move patches of old hardwoods hidden under carpet to hallway and second bedroom
10. Re-texture and paint bedrooms and hallway
11. Remove kitchen window, replace with door
12. Re-build bathroom, including new tile, expanded shower and new cabinet
13. Refinish new hardwoods
14. Install new carpet in master
I think that's it. In truth the kitchen door and the master closet didn't have to be done, but they've been on "the list." The kitchen door we've wanted to do since we moved in 4.5 years ago, while the expanded master closet is going to double as a crib room for new baby. The rest was a necessity to insure structural integrity of the house. I'm not going to lie, its a little less fun to do these projects because you have to, but in the end we are really enjoying the results.
The process, I won't lie, was incredibly painful. Granted it was our first ever re-model, so we had a lot to learn. We now know a bit more about how to work with contractors, what to expect, communication, sourcing materials, etc. But that was only part of the pain. For me, the worst part was living through it. Obviously, we had to move everything - every shirt and tiny item we'd stuffed in closets, all the furniture, etc - into the other half of the house. Our house isn't big, then you double up the furniture and the living space we were left with was tight.
So we kinda moved out. Our wonderful neighbors recently finished their garage apartment and graciously allowed us to stay there during the work (which we initially told them would be about two weeks...oops). It was an incredible blessing to have a free place to stay, close by so that we could keep an eye on everything! Unfortunately, there was no kitchen over there. So we were actually back and forth between the two places several times a day. I was constantly packing and unpacking, thinking of what we needed, etc. Sam learned to ask about the "other house" and learned the term "next door." And he didn't sleep well there, because it was basically a studio apartment.
And back at the house it was DIRTY. I mean DIRTY. Yes, they hung plastic, but there is nothing on Earth as messy as drywall dust. The floor sanding did not even compare. I had to clean my kitchen before I would start cooking every time. Over time it just made me start feeling dirty all over.
So you can imagine that after almost a month of living between two imperfect places, we were thrilled to death to move back into our home last Saturday night. We were beyond motivated to get things put back together. We worked continuously to clean and clean and clean and move and replace and put it all back together. And while I wanted to curse our decision at about 3:30, I am now proud to say we had it restored and ready for our company that arrived at 7:30 on Thursday evening. Sometimes deadlines are really just needed inspiration to get it done!
We are still waiting on our shower glass to arrive, but Sam is graciously sharing his shower in the meantime. I am told the glass will be here tomorrow...
Now if you're paying attention, you'll remember that we started all of this so that we could list the house and move. Then I mentioned expanding the closet to make a crib room. Conflict? Yeah, kind of. Turns out, I think that we're going to stay here a little while longer. Anyhow, here are some pics. We're so glad to be home!
Pulling up the carpet revealed some interesting patch jobs done by previous owner. There were holes in the sub flooring that had just been covered with plywood:
Here is an example of bad patch jobs, but also a poor mid-century decision to glue linoleum onto what would now otherwise be beautiful, 90 year old hardwoods. In case you're wondering, linoleum glue ruins hardwoods beyond repair. We also have old hardwoods with linoleum glued on top under our tile in the kitchen. Sigh:
This was our master bathroom. The previous owner used fence posting to try to patch some foundation problems. Seriously:
Finished work. New hardwoods in the hallway:
New hardwoods and repaired/repainted walls in the second bedroom:
The master without furniture and new paint. You can see our new closet door here:
Inside the new closet. There used to be a door where that window is. The crib will go on the wall to the right:
The master with furniture.
The new master bathroom. Still need to hang the mirror and towel bars, but we're holding off till the shower glass goes in:
I can't wait to shower in there:
It all started when I got pregnant - no, really. Our house has two bedrooms. Do we stay or do we go? Well, let's think about it till about week 20, then chat with a few Realtors. Decision? Let's list it! But before we do, lets fix one or two small things, and the foundation. Foundation problems aren't a big deal in pier and beam houses like ours, but it'll still sell better if its done.
So we get a contractor and the foundation guy out here. The news wasn't good. The foundation had problems, but they were fixable. But both workmen found some serious issues with our sub-flooring due to long-term termite and water damage (slow leaking shower). The next thing you know, we are in the middle of a major home improvement project. By the time it was all said and done, here's what we did:
1. Remove carpet in 2 bedrooms and hallway to expose severely damaged sub floor
2. Remove damaged sub floor and corresponding damaged portions of walls
3. Rip out entire master bathroom due to sub flooring and shower leak issues
4. Spend too much time and mental energy resolving conflict between contractor and foundation guy
5. Repair foundation
6. Repair sub floor and walls
7. Remove exterior door in master bedroom, replace with window
8. Expand master closet, add pocket door
9. Move patches of old hardwoods hidden under carpet to hallway and second bedroom
10. Re-texture and paint bedrooms and hallway
11. Remove kitchen window, replace with door
12. Re-build bathroom, including new tile, expanded shower and new cabinet
13. Refinish new hardwoods
14. Install new carpet in master
I think that's it. In truth the kitchen door and the master closet didn't have to be done, but they've been on "the list." The kitchen door we've wanted to do since we moved in 4.5 years ago, while the expanded master closet is going to double as a crib room for new baby. The rest was a necessity to insure structural integrity of the house. I'm not going to lie, its a little less fun to do these projects because you have to, but in the end we are really enjoying the results.
The process, I won't lie, was incredibly painful. Granted it was our first ever re-model, so we had a lot to learn. We now know a bit more about how to work with contractors, what to expect, communication, sourcing materials, etc. But that was only part of the pain. For me, the worst part was living through it. Obviously, we had to move everything - every shirt and tiny item we'd stuffed in closets, all the furniture, etc - into the other half of the house. Our house isn't big, then you double up the furniture and the living space we were left with was tight.
So we kinda moved out. Our wonderful neighbors recently finished their garage apartment and graciously allowed us to stay there during the work (which we initially told them would be about two weeks...oops). It was an incredible blessing to have a free place to stay, close by so that we could keep an eye on everything! Unfortunately, there was no kitchen over there. So we were actually back and forth between the two places several times a day. I was constantly packing and unpacking, thinking of what we needed, etc. Sam learned to ask about the "other house" and learned the term "next door." And he didn't sleep well there, because it was basically a studio apartment.
And back at the house it was DIRTY. I mean DIRTY. Yes, they hung plastic, but there is nothing on Earth as messy as drywall dust. The floor sanding did not even compare. I had to clean my kitchen before I would start cooking every time. Over time it just made me start feeling dirty all over.
So you can imagine that after almost a month of living between two imperfect places, we were thrilled to death to move back into our home last Saturday night. We were beyond motivated to get things put back together. We worked continuously to clean and clean and clean and move and replace and put it all back together. And while I wanted to curse our decision at about 3:30, I am now proud to say we had it restored and ready for our company that arrived at 7:30 on Thursday evening. Sometimes deadlines are really just needed inspiration to get it done!
We are still waiting on our shower glass to arrive, but Sam is graciously sharing his shower in the meantime. I am told the glass will be here tomorrow...
Now if you're paying attention, you'll remember that we started all of this so that we could list the house and move. Then I mentioned expanding the closet to make a crib room. Conflict? Yeah, kind of. Turns out, I think that we're going to stay here a little while longer. Anyhow, here are some pics. We're so glad to be home!
Pulling up the carpet revealed some interesting patch jobs done by previous owner. There were holes in the sub flooring that had just been covered with plywood:
Here is an example of bad patch jobs, but also a poor mid-century decision to glue linoleum onto what would now otherwise be beautiful, 90 year old hardwoods. In case you're wondering, linoleum glue ruins hardwoods beyond repair. We also have old hardwoods with linoleum glued on top under our tile in the kitchen. Sigh:
This was our master bathroom. The previous owner used fence posting to try to patch some foundation problems. Seriously:
Finished work. New hardwoods in the hallway:
New hardwoods and repaired/repainted walls in the second bedroom:
The master without furniture and new paint. You can see our new closet door here:
Inside the new closet. There used to be a door where that window is. The crib will go on the wall to the right:
The master with furniture.
The new master bathroom. Still need to hang the mirror and towel bars, but we're holding off till the shower glass goes in:
I can't wait to shower in there:
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Breakfast with Santa
This year we stepped up our Santa visit a bit - all the way to a breakfast! Actually, it was an easier, more enjoyable, and cheaper experience than any mall Santa could be.
The church that houses Sam's preschool offers a Santa breakfast as an annual outreach to the community. I'd like to say you can consider us reached, but I'm not entirely sure that's true. We hit up the Sunday morning affair bright and early at 8:30 and we're at our own church for worship by 11am (and we stopped at Home Depot in between!).
Anywho, we joined the Lutheran folk for pancakes, bacon and oranges - an incredibly nice change to the cold/dry cereal we've been having under our current housing situation. They provided some crafts for the kiddos, so I have a few beautiful additions for my tree this year. And then of course, the main event.
I'd started talking up the man in red a few days before. I explained that he comes the night before Christmas - only after everyone is asleep - and brings a few presents to help us celebrate Baby Jesus's birthday. But he also makes some visits a few weeks before Christmas so that we can all tell him what we'd like him to bring us for Baby Jesus's birthday.
Sam was good with this idea. Decided he would tell Santa he wanted candy and trains. But he wasn't going to sit on his lap. Hmm...more talking to do.
The day arrived, and as we were walking to the car Sam asked me,
"Mommy, talk to me again."
"What do you want me to talk to you about?"
"About him."
"Umm...oh you mean Santa?"
"Yeah!" So we went through it all again.
When we walked in he didn't want to go right up to Santa. We let him eat first, in full sight, to get used to the Big Man. At one point he said he was ready to go see him, so we walked right up (no line - beautiful!). Then he got stage fright. I feared this wasn't going to go well, until the camera suggested that Santa offer a candy cane. Now, Sam had never tasted a candy cane before, but he heard "Sam, Santa has candy..." and that was all it took. He walked right up to him and let him pull him into his lap. With candy cane in hand, he timidly told Santa that he'd like trains for Christmas this year. A few pictures snapped, and the visit was over.
I'm pretty sure this was our best Santa visit so far. I am having a blast this year as Sam really learns and enjoys all of the Christmas traditions that I loved as a child. Still more fun to come!
The church that houses Sam's preschool offers a Santa breakfast as an annual outreach to the community. I'd like to say you can consider us reached, but I'm not entirely sure that's true. We hit up the Sunday morning affair bright and early at 8:30 and we're at our own church for worship by 11am (and we stopped at Home Depot in between!).
Anywho, we joined the Lutheran folk for pancakes, bacon and oranges - an incredibly nice change to the cold/dry cereal we've been having under our current housing situation. They provided some crafts for the kiddos, so I have a few beautiful additions for my tree this year. And then of course, the main event.
I'd started talking up the man in red a few days before. I explained that he comes the night before Christmas - only after everyone is asleep - and brings a few presents to help us celebrate Baby Jesus's birthday. But he also makes some visits a few weeks before Christmas so that we can all tell him what we'd like him to bring us for Baby Jesus's birthday.
Sam was good with this idea. Decided he would tell Santa he wanted candy and trains. But he wasn't going to sit on his lap. Hmm...more talking to do.
The day arrived, and as we were walking to the car Sam asked me,
"Mommy, talk to me again."
"What do you want me to talk to you about?"
"About him."
"Umm...oh you mean Santa?"
"Yeah!" So we went through it all again.
When we walked in he didn't want to go right up to Santa. We let him eat first, in full sight, to get used to the Big Man. At one point he said he was ready to go see him, so we walked right up (no line - beautiful!). Then he got stage fright. I feared this wasn't going to go well, until the camera suggested that Santa offer a candy cane. Now, Sam had never tasted a candy cane before, but he heard "Sam, Santa has candy..." and that was all it took. He walked right up to him and let him pull him into his lap. With candy cane in hand, he timidly told Santa that he'd like trains for Christmas this year. A few pictures snapped, and the visit was over.
I'm pretty sure this was our best Santa visit so far. I am having a blast this year as Sam really learns and enjoys all of the Christmas traditions that I loved as a child. Still more fun to come!
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