No progress... like at all.

Well. I have no updates on the house. Life has been busy. On Friday we were supposed to have family dinner. We didn't. But we still stayed home. Because that seemed like more fun. On Saturday we actually had family dinner. Happy Birthday Jodi! And Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! Sunday, well we stayed home and ate parent sponsored and delivered blizzards. Cookie dough is still my favorite. It was in chocolate ice cream though. Which was a little different. And last night I gotst dunked. Ok, baptized. And it was pretty cool. My silly eyes cried. Testimonies and mentioning babies. Too hard for my over-emotional brain. And today, well, we're sick. I'm almost over it. But Josh is down for the count. So I didn't go without him. I didn't want him to feel left out? Fine! I'm lazy! Are you happy? I admit it. 

I did find enough energy to make my hair purple though. Just a little chunk. I think it's wonderful. My mama doesn't agree. But I like it. 

And my baby. Obviously. Center of my freaking world! Because he's so wonderful. And cute. And never-ending entertaining. He says 'uff'. Any guesses? What does a puppy say? "Uff!" So cute. I think he's just the best. You can choose to disagree. Oh my babe. He also sings a lot. "Dadadada". And is still a pointing champion.

The little man does not like going to bed at night lately. Which makes for a tired mom. That coupled with this whole working business. Getting up at 7:20? I thought 8:30 was early enough. Also, I definitely should have appreciated my sleep more pre-baby. I won't lie, I took advantage of weekends more than I'd like to admit. 11:00 anyone? Oh yes. That is a.m... after turn. 12+ hours of sleep was normal and there were not interruptions. I'm sure my pillow thinks I'm cheating on it. I kind of am. But not on purpose. I'm sorry pillow, please forgive me. (Please note: I realize many people in many places get up at 7:20 always. And they never slept more than 12 hours ever. I am a wimp. I know this. Sleep and me go way back. We're tight. I miss it. Stop judging me, it's not nice.)

Hmm, so, our house is, well, no closer to being done... but we're all still smiling, in the moments between feeling ill... But for real. Life is good. And maybe someday soon my son will sleep through the night consistently. 

Well we can dream...

Tired

I'm tired. We've been at the house lots lately. I'm going to be honest. Josh has been there a lot more than I have. I don't know how he does it. Either way. I'm tired.

I've also been mudding the same section of wall and ceiling for four days now. It was really bad. I should have taken a picture. Regardless, because of the difference in thickness between the drywall they used 50 years ago and the drywall today matching it is not easy. So it's bumpy and gross and it's getting better, but so so slowly. I will defeat it though. I will. 

So while I mudded the same piece of wall and ceiling, my brothers joined my husband and they took apart the basement. It looks so big now! Wow. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom that needed to be taken apart. They got most of it down last night. The sub-floor and exterior wall in the one bedroom needed to be finished tonight. The garage is once again full of junk.

Dad busied himself with electrical work. He got some more plugs working for us, which will be wonderful because between extension cords and few plugs, it was sometimes a chore getting something to work. But now it does. He also let me strip some wire when I was done mudding. That was pretty fun. He has cool tools. 

Dad putting a plug in the chimney.

 Josh hydrating. It's important.

Notice the lack of wall. Yay! You can also see Josh cleaning up the wall.

Curtis working really hard.

 Curtis lifting up the sub-floor by himself.

Lifting the sub-floor together.

I think one of my favorite things that keeps on being repeated is "what were they thinking?" It's true. I mean, sand under the shower, an inch and a half of insulation on the walls, the peep whole*... what were they thinking? But I also imagine in 50 years from now someone taking out my pantry with the rigged up platform it sits on, the dry wall... in general, the hole above the cupboards, and the unpainted strip there also, saying "what were they thinking?" My imagination makes me giggle every time we see something silly. Because we're silly too. I do hope the cycle repeats itself some day.

*I forgot to ever mention this. Not only did the original bathroom not have a shower, it had a small cupboard above the sink. But this cupboard was not an ordinary cupboard. Oh no. Once opened you realize it is not actually a cupboard at all. It is a small door leading to the laundry room. I'm really, really not sure what they were thinking. Laundry chute? 

To help orient you - this picture is taken facing the hallway. The little 'cupboard' you see is looking out into where the laundry used to be. You can actually see the door to our bedroom, which has not moved, through it.