Renovation Reveal

As requested (and requested again and then requested once more for good measure…) here are the pictures of the renovation.  There are still shelves that need to be hung.  There are still artwork decisions to be made.  But the most important thing is that my house is once again mine to live in as I choose.  My child can nap when he needs to (without having to endure power tools and the loud grumbling of construction workers who shouldn’t have told his mother that she was free to be back in the house because things were going to be pretty quiet a week before things actually got quiet).  I can nest with wild abandon.  Things are as they should be, hallelujah and praise be.

Before:

Looking towards where the half-wall is now:

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View from the entryway:

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Where the pantry doors are now:

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From inside the old ‘bonus’ room:

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From the old ‘bonus’ room looking out into the kitchen:

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During:

The view from what is now the back of the pantry looking out into the dining/kitchen area:

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The view from inside the ‘bonus’ room:

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Door to the garage and the backside of the new pantry:

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Chair mold and door to garage:

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Pantry!

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After:

View from kitchen:

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View from entryway:

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Pantry:

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Pantry (the organization makes me unreasonably happy)!

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View from the old ‘bonus’ room (hereafter known as the ‘new space’ until we can think of a better name) looking into the kitchen:

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Looking into the new space from the dining area:

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Dining area, new room, and part of pantry:

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And now, boys and girls, the renovation story on our house is complete until we have two children who both sleep through the night.

The End.

Week 18

Yesterday marked the beginning of week 18.  I might actually be able to tell a difference between this week’s shot and the last two week’s shots.  The big shocker is seeing what 18 weeks looked like last time…

18 weeks pregnant with Liam (note the beginning of the Michelin Man Neck and once again just how unbelievably awful our previous camera was):

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18 weeks with baby #2:

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I warn y’all, things are starting out slow, but regardless of what I end up looking like this time around (whale, elephant, etc.) the pictures from last time make taking a look worth the trouble.  Seriously, by the end I looked like I had eaten the previous version of myself…

My Old Man Becomes An Old Man

In honor of Matt’s birthday, Liam spent most of yesterday running around wildly in circles screaming variations on the theme: “Birfday Cake!”  “Presents!”  “Gonna blow out da candles!”  “Happy Birfday, Dad!”

We started the day by heading to Southern Sweets because my husband loves a good carrot cake and unfortunately I’ve never made one.  I didn’t want to risk it for such an important occasion, so we headed to Decatur to get one from the experts.

From the minute we started talking about going to the bakery, Liam was talking about eating cake.  I kept trying to tell him that we were going to pick up the cake, but we couldn’t eat any until Matt was home because it was his birthday and his birthday cake.  At some point I think Liam picked up the concept (after much repetition) because from the back seat he quietly said something like “Dad gotta blow out da candles, Liam gotta be patient.”  He was slightly confused (but happily so) when the lady at Southern Sweets gave him a sample of the old fashioned chocolate cake (my favorite) for being charming.

After grasping the concept of waiting for Dad to come home to have cake and presents he went about the business of running all over the house waiting “patiently” for Daddy to “COME HOME…RIGHT NOW!!!”  This included ‘helping’ me wrap the presents and sprawling himself at the bottom of the stairs intermittently shouting “I think I hear him!  I think Daddy’s home!”

Needless to say, by the time Matt arrived home, Liam had reached fever pitch (a state in which he stayed right on through until bedtime).  We went ahead and opened presents and had cake at 5pm because it was clear that Liam really wanted to participate.  Here are pictures of the cake experience:

“C’mon, Dad.  Are we really just going to sit here right next to this cake and not eat any?”

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“Okay…I get it…here’s one cheesy smile for you, Mama”

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First attempt:

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Second attempt:

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Liam becomes a little worried that it’s all a cruel joke and that he’ll never be allowed to eat any cake:

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“You swear this isn’t a trick candle, right…?”

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Liam thinks:  “I think maybe he’s got it this time…”

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“Yay!”

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Liam whets his whistle while Matt takes the first bite:

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Finally!

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Thumbs up?

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Thumbs up!

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Toddler Conversation

This conversation takes place about 3 times each morning (or until I finish getting ready or reach my breaking point, whichever comes first).

[Scene:  I am getting ready for my day while Liam intermittently watches TV (between bouts of leaving the room to play trains).]

Liam:  I’m’a turn down da bawloom.  [proceeds to press the down volume button on the TV until it’s at mute level].  Mama, I turned down da bawloom.  Mama turn down da bawloom?  Mama please turn down da bawloom?

Shannon:  I think what you’re trying to ask me is if I’ll turn up the volume on the television.

Liam:  Mama turn down da bawloom, please?

Shannon:  I’ll be happy to turn the volume up for you Liam, but if you turn it down again it’s staying that way for a while.  Do you understand?

Liam:  Mama turn down da bawloom?

Shannon:  [turns the volume back up]

Liam:  [turns the volume back down]  Mama turn down da bawloom, please?

Shannon:  I just told you that if you did it again I wasn’t going to fix it this time, so it’s going to stay that way for a while now.

Liam:  Mama turn down da bawloom?  Mama turn down da bawloom, please?  Please Mama?  Please turn down da bawloom?

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I think he’s definitely practicing his torture tactics.  I tried showing him the “up” button, but he’s clearly accomplishing his agenda and doesn’t need any additional information in order to do so.  Unfortunately he’s very good and he’s already got the ability to break me.  Just don’t tell him I said so…

“New” Room

Although there is one small project that hasn’t been finished, the half-wall and pantry are complete (pictures coming soon).  This is particularly notable because when I say complete I mean that the paint is also dry (which has been a major ‘sticking’ point for days).

The paint issue has been at the forefront because Liam has been so excited about the “new room.”  The first time he walked in to see the new space he exclaimed “Oh Mama!  It’s SO BEAUTIFUL!  It’s SO GREAT!”  (Although to be completely honest, he made a similar exclamation when I gave him a cracker at lunch today…)  As a result of the wet paint/nails/power tools/jagged edges he’s been banned from this room for several weeks now.

Today when I moved his easel into the space he thought I was taunting him.  He pointed at it and said “That’s my easel!  I wanna draw chalk!” and then looked up at me mournfully, asking me pitifully with his eyes if he could, perhaps, go play with his easel.  When I said “Sure Liam, go ahead!” he looked at me again with a puzzled expression, trying to figure out why his own mother was tricking him in such a cruel fashion.

Then, all the while keeping a close watch on my reaction, he put one toe into the “new room.”

Then he slid in his whole foot.

Then he gleefully jumped into the room screaming “I’m inside!  I’m inside!  I’m inside da room, Mama!”  Followed shortly by a jubilant game of Inside/Outside during which he frenetically ran back and forth screaming “INSIDE!  OUTSIDE!  INSIDE!  OUTSIDE!”

I think he approves.

You Know You’re Pregnant When…

You finally order your husband’s 30th birthday present and are excited to have it delivered in time for his birthday only to find out, days later, that you in fact forgot to press the “purchase” button and it was still sitting in your shopping cart and is now unavailable from the seller from whom you thought you were purchasing.

P.S.  Don’t worry Matt, I think I’ve found it a local store and I’m going to try to go get it tomorrow.  At least you know I’ve handled the cake.  Sigh.

You Know Your Child Is Watching Too Much TV When…

Between the months of me not feeling well and the construction that began shortly thereafter Liam has been watching entirely too much television.

We have 8 episodes of Sesame Street on our upstairs TiVo.  Unfortunately, because this TiVo is not connected to the service (i.e. we don’t want to pay for two units) it’s basically a digital VCR, so those same 8 episodes have been on Liam’s playlist for the past three months.

One of these episodes is a spoof of Indiana Jones in which they search for the “Golden Triangle of Destiny.”  This morning as Liam was pulling his blocks out of the box he picked up the triangle and exclaimed:  “Oh, Mama!  It’s the Golden Triangle of Destiny!  Hooray!”

Thank goodness things are starting to get back to normal around here or we run the risk of Liam going to preschool having learned 50% of his vocabulary from episodes of Curious George and Super Why and something tells me that knocking over all the furniture to build a castle and then looking at his teacher and saying “I am a good little monkey, but I’m always very curious” isn’t going to cut it.

Easter

Our Easter celebrations have been going on since last weekend’s egg hunt, but here are pictures from this weekend and the official holiday:

First off was a visit with Grammie and Pop yesterday during which Liam received his first Easter candy.  Here are some pictures as he discovered that there were M&Ms inside that egg:

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The Easter Bunny came to visit Liam:

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As you’ll notice the Easter Bunny brought a coloring book, a package (containing a little toy and a CD), and some Easter candy.  As you’ll also notice, Liam’s attention went immediately to the chocolate bunny and he hasn’t opened anything else yet.

“Oh!  Chocolate!”

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Here’s where we tried to take other things out of the basket to show Liam.  You can see how interested he was…

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Here’s where I gave up and opened the bunny for him:

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And the big moment:

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Shortly thereafter we moved to the table and added a bib:

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He took a brief bunny break for an egg:

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Aaaaannnnnd…back to the bunny:

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All dressed for church:

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After church we snuck in a couple of family pictures:

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We finished up the day at Gran and Granddaddy’s for an Easter dinner.  Liam was so high from the sugar and being overtired that we only took about 8 pictures, but here are a few of those we got:

The Easter Bunny visited Liam at Gran and Granddaddy’s too.  In true Liam fashion, he was finished checking out his basket as soon as he saw the first thing in the stack, which in this case were stickers.  He was briefly diverted by candy, but when he learned that I really wasn’t going to let him have more than one piece, he moved back to the stickers…

“Look, Dad!  Stickers!”

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Closer inspection:

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Elmo loves Liam:

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Liam loves chocolate:

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It was a jam-packed day.  I just hope that Liam wakes up well-rested and without a sugar hangover because we’ve still got a couple (hopefully only a couple) more days as nomads before we can go back to business as usual.  Fingers crossed that everyone makes it intact!

Bubbles!

Last week Liam had great fun on Gran’s porch with the bubbles.  Here are a few pictures:

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So many captions, so little time…

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“They’re coming to get me!”

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Liam decided he was “ti-wad” and that it was time for a brief nap:

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Another nap:

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“BUBBLES!!!”

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“So this is how you make bubbles, huh…?”

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“Oh!  Wow!”

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Gran tries to show Liam how to blow a bubble.  Liam tries to eat the bubbles.

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“Really, Mama?  Because this doesn’t taste so hot…”

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“OH MY GOODNESS IT’S COMING AT ME!!!”

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Dirty feet are a sign of an afternoon well spent:

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Renovation Teaser

Since last Monday we’ve been spending our days at Gran and Granddaddy’s house because our house is undergoing a minor renovation (but any renovation is cause for removing Liam from the premises these days).

The dreaded wall is partially gone (life is one big compromise, isn’t it?).  I’ll post a chronicle when we’re all finished, but here are some pictures of me taking some long-awaited whacks at that wall.

There’s some fantastic symmetry about being pregnant again and finally getting to take some chunks out of that wall because during my last pregnancy it took everything I had to leave it alone.  Demolition is good therapy.

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