Old House

Fetus # 3

 I almost felt like we would never make it to even the halfway point. Technically, since I always go over 2 weeks, I'm not half way yet. But being able to see our little baby sister on the screen did make feel a lot better. It's nice to know that there really is a baby in there.

 I kind of thought taking the kids with us to see the ultrasound would be a good idea...but lets face it, it wasn't this magical moment I thought it would be for them.

Aiko Birthday

House Made of WallPaper

Many people have asked "how things are coming along." Basically, not. It's crazy that some silly paper can come between you and finishing anything. It's okay though.

We've hit a new low. When we steam the wall and a REALLY big piece comes off (you know, like a 10" square piece) and everyone gets excited. We're living in BIG times friends.

We are almost done with the first room we started though. So there's that.

I realize these are all silly first world problems. I'm very excited for our new old house. 

We have yet to move into the House Made of WallPaper though...I haven't taken photos of the basement, but I'll add some soon. The plan was to move into the basement and live there while remodeling, but it's kind of depressing and dark. So I'm hoping to keep us here as long as the husband will let us. Which means sometime this week we'll probably move. Maybe.

Our current house was under contract but that fell through. I'm not really sad though, because these people basically wanted us to bring the moon to them. So spread the word, buy our house!

Aiko's birthday is this week. People always say "I can't believe..." but I can. I don't really get sad about the kids getting older. I think it's super exciting that she's getting older.

She also wants Pink Birthday, whatever that may be.

Halloween

House Made of WallPaper

I’ve decided that this remodel needs to be documented somewhere. Luckily, I have this sweet blog that I started almost 10 years ago that needed some lovin’.

Perhaps we were a little ambitious…perhaps a little too crazy, either way, here’s some short letters to our new house.

Dear #housemadeofwallpaper : I love you and hate you all at the same time. I hate you for your 4 layers of wallpaper on the walls and ceilings and the curved ceilings. But I love you that someone has put wallpaper on covering the walls so you have a really lovely finish underneath.  Someone must have really loved you to put so many layers of paper.

To the “before and after” bloggers of Pinterest :

I’ve always wondered why the before and after photos have super crappy “Before” photos. I now know why. There’s not going around it. Why would I want to edit or take super fancy photos of the before?

To my school background:

You’d think with my Construction Management Degree and work experience that this would come in super handy. Sometimes yes, but mostly no. I don’t have any subs to just call and do anything I ask.

Dear #housemadeofwallpaper :

I’ve never seen soo much wallpaper. I’ve also never seen so many drapes in one house at a time.  Or the color blue. We’re super excited to see the wood floors you’ve been hiding all these years under that blue wool carpet and laminate flooring.

To the ironing board in the current kitchen: your time is coming friend.

To the squishy toilet seat : I secretly love you, even if you are soaking up every germ.

We love all your little, okay, not so little built in cabinets and drawers everywhere. Also, I’ve never seen so many doors in a house. Every possible spot there is a nice solid wood door.

To the attic that may never be finished: I wish we could finish you now. It would make a lovely Master Suite and I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks now. If only you could be hiding some treasure that could finance your facelift.

To the light fixtures in the house :  I wish I could keep you, but I also think you are too dated. Maybe someone in the retro style will claim you. Don’t worry, I’ll try to sale you.

Dear Kitchen: You are getting a facelift soon. Hopefully one that includes most of my Pinterest Dreams.

To the Limestone covering the house : I Love You.

To the Limestone staircase : Keep my children safe. They seem to think you are their new playground that’s five feet above the cement. Please don’t let them fall. I can’t seem to keep them away from you.

To the giant window in the front room: I’ve dreamed about you for a long time. Too long has it been since my Christmas Tree sat so everyone could see. Isn’t that the purpose of a front window? To see everyone’s Christmas Trees?