So funny story about these 72 boxes of flooring. My mom, my wife, and myself went to Lowe's at about 9pm to pick up and move all of this flooring. I love Lowe's, don't get me wrong. But the turd that loaded up this flooring into the truck left me scratching my head. He said comments like "I sure do hope you ladies have someone helping you unload this stuff - this is a lot"..."If it's really going to be just the three of you, you'll need to be sure to take some breaks". My mom played into the damsel in distress-ness of it all (so the guys would load it) but Jess and I were heavy with the eye rolls and snide woman-power comments. It took all I had to not throw up a peace sign and yell "DUCES" out the window as I peeled away with 1500lbs of Pergo.
And you know what? These three dainty women unloaded that whole truck in 30 minutes flat. We don't need no stinkin' men!
Aaaaaaaand I'm officially overwhelmed... 322 packages.
My Allen wrench is ready. I live for this shit.
Hammers are swinging!! Walls are coming down!! I'm freaking out and way too excited!!
So, I'm almost 36. I haven't lived with mom and dad since I was 22. That's a long damn time! But, they've been gracious to take on two adults, two kiddos, and two nutty dogs, so I can't complain too much. Ok, I can't complain at all. We brought over our own refrigerator, which actually helps a ton. We have our bathroom cupboard/pantry/cup closet in my mom's downstairs bedroom, one toy box in their beautifully decorated living room, and our clothes and stuff in their third floor/finished attic...err, half of it.
We have our own little cozy space. I'm a fan of little hobbit holes so this isn't too terrible for me. Ollie's crib and Ben's toddler bed (down graded from a twin, the little prince) are along the wall. The kid's clothes and our clothes are organized in some awesome Ikea thingies. I feel like I was summoning my tiny house dreams and getting clever with storage!
And when your mom leaves you awesome Welcome surprises, it's pretty great!
We've also been making some serious progress on our permits, etc. Well, Jess has been making some serious progress. She's our paperwork guru! Hopefully we're T minus 5 days to DEMO DAY!!
The garden beds are overgrown. And that's putting it lightly. There are rope-like weeds running from here to there, sprouts of dry, crisp whispies of fluff, someone's old fire ashes, and a dried tree weed thing. These damn things (of which there are 5 of) are what I'm most excited about but also most overwhelmed about. I had no clue how/when/where to even start
Until I tested my hand at the weed whacker. Believe it or now, never fired one of those bad boys up! My mom and dad had gotten us one a few years ago for a birthday present. Jess did the yardwork at the old house. It was battery powered and pretty awesome. But then the grandparents got us a gas powered one. I got brave and went with the battery powered one. It was pretty amazing! Or so I thought! And then Jess fired up the gas one. HOLY CRAP! Now we're talking! So satisfying on a whole different level.
And then the tiller came out. I love power tools. Seriously. That damn tiller is like riding a bull. I think my body was still jiggly when I went to bed. But, it broke up the ropey weed things enough so that you could actually see dirt under them. I have some plans on getting some planting dirt, manure, and some other good things for plants mixed in. But, that'll have to happen next weekend because this mama is wiped out!
Ben's room was so fun to put together the first time and equally as fun the second! Like Olive's room, there are still some pieces of art packed up in a mystery box somewhere. But so far so good!
When we moved Ben out of his nursery and into his big boy room, we were both super sad to see his little baby elephants get packed away. Trains are WAY more cool than elephants and, since the boy loves anything with wheels, it was a no brainer. Anyone who knows Ben knows that the kid is a terrible sleeper. My thinking was to get everything pretty much exactly how it was at the old house so it takes that little bit of fear and newness out of it. I think we did pretty good!
Oh my goodness we’ve been so busy!
We moved into the house on New Year’s Eve and spent the entire weekend cleaning and cleaning and more cleaning. I’m not exactly sure how long the house has been vacant for, or if the previous owner ever gave it a good scrub down, but it was long overdue for a nice sudsing.
My parents, bless their generous hearts, were there to help every day. We wanted to make the most of the time that the kids were at the other set of Grandparents’ (bless their generous hearts as well!) so we worked day and night. I know we wouldn’t have completed the amount of projects without them.
We started in the kids’ rooms. I figured that maybe the transition would be a little easier for them if their rooms were pretty much exactly as they left them in the old house. Meaning, “mama hopes they sleep!!”
Olive’s room is a gorgeous dark grey with teal and purple accents. I could sit in her room all day and rock in her chair. As we’re painting her room, I’m discovering that the room was originally a very bold blue, covered up by some neutral beige, then covered with Ollie’s grey. And the paint we got wasn’t great, so two coats it was. And that there’s some kind of weird paint on the trim that made it take two coats too. Aaaaaaaand that maybe there was some kind of animal that used to live in that room because the molding was scratched to hell. Still haven’t fixed that but it’s on the list.
Her room still has a little ways to go. I’m boarder line terrified to change out her electrical outlets – they’re an awesome dirty cream color (with some of the bold blue caked on them) and we’ve gotten shiny new white ones. I fear I will be electrocuted. We can’t seem to find her art and wall hangings. They’re in a clearly marked box but that box must be under another box that’s under another box. I’m also not sure if we’re going to be able to afford to scrape her popcorn ceiling now or later so her tissue paper fluff ball mobile will stay tucked away in her closet for now. I can’t wait to put the finishing touches on it!