I was tagged by my adorable cousin, Kristen, so here goes. . .
1- 5 places I go to over and over: bed, the library, Grant's parents' house, "Daddy's work," Safeway or Wal-Mart
2- 5 people who email me regularly: I'm taking "regularly" to mean at least once a month, because that's about as regular as I get with e-mail. Kari, Mandy, Jory, my sis Beth (if we haven't talked on the phone), and BHG daily recipes.
3- 5 favorite places to eat (along with my recommendations): La Primavera (#35-two chicken enchiladas and one beef taco- the leftovers taste just as good), Ruby Tuesdays (Buffalo Chicken sandwich), Cafe Rio- when in Utah (Pork barbacoa salad or quesadilla), Olive Garden (Chicken Toscani, but it might have been a temporary special. Garlic Chicken con Broccoli is also good, or just soup and salad with alfredo sauce for the bread sticks, of course!), pretty much any pizza place, but I still love Pizza Hut, where I worked all through high school and I've been wanting to go back to Woodstocks in Corvallis. Great! Now I'm hungry!
4- 5 places I would rather be: at the coast, sleeping in my bed, watching the movie for Twilight (December can't come soon enough), on an all expense paid maternity clothing shopping spree, relaxing in our new house where everything is already put away, having skipped over the stress of selling this place and being in escrow. Escrow is a dirty word!
5- 5 T.V. shows {slash DVD's} I watch all the time: Grey's Anatomy, The Office, Lost, Sense and Sensibility (DVD), Stranger than Fiction (DVD)
Do I have to tag 5 people? Hmmm...how about my cousin, Amy, since she hasn't done it for Kristen yet. Now you're double-tagged, Amy!
Haley and Beth, since they're relatively new to the blogging scene, but if Paul wants to do it instead, that will suffice.
Jessica, because I don't think I've ever tagged you before.
And finally, Mandy, because I just don't hear enough from you on that blog lately!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Two Eleanors and That's Lots
Here's something I forgot to write about Eleanor:
The week after Mother's Day, I decided it was time to finally go out and find some maternity clothes. We were still in the thick of our kitchen project, so I left late in the evening with Eleanor in tow while Grant continued working. I have another, shall we say, "special" story from this evening, but I'll share it another time. I took Eleanor and an armful of clothes into the dressing room to try to make some decisions (a very difficult thing for me). Due to the late hour, the store wasn't very busy. We were probably the only ones in the dressing room, so I took the biggest room they had. It had a triple mirror in the corner that Eleanor fell in love with right away. She would say, "Look, Mommy. Two Eleanors!" Then, she would count her reflections, "One, two!" I tried to point out that there were three Eleanors, but she liked to just focus on the two. Oh well.
She proceeded to narrate to me everything that "Two Eleanors" were doing. "Two Eleanors jumping, Mommy," etc. I knew she was getting tired, though it was easily indicated by the fact that she kept laying on the floor and scooting around, basically sweeping with her shirt. I eventually got so grossed out by the who-knows-what she was probably rubbing onto her hands, shirt, and face that I convinced her to roll and play on the large bench in the changing stall (thank goodness for that). Aside: sometimes I think kids were sent to people like me for the sole purpose of grossing me out on a daily basis. Sure, roll around in the dirt and filth that has come in from the streets on people's shoes. Make sure you rub your hands all over that floor because we know you'll have your fingers in your mouth in a matter of seconds, seeing how you're teething and everything. . . but I digress.
At one point, I asked her to do something (I don't remember what because it wasn't a big deal), and she tentatively said no to me. I told her that if Two Eleanors (sticking with the theme) said no to Mommy, they would have to have a time out. The threat worked, and she complied. Less than a minute later, she very firmly told me, "no." I knew what she was doing, because I hadn't even been talking to her. I told her in mock sternness that Two Eleanors needed a time out and had to get in time out right now. She grinned and went and stood in the corner. I think I remember the pleasant narration continuing: "Two Eleanors in time out. Two Eleanor said no to Mommy." Then, she turned around and said, "Sorry, Mommy." I played along and told her okay, Two Eleanors could come out of time out. She went back to sitting on the bench, and in less than a minute, she told me "no!" again. We had created a game.
She still randomly decides to call herself Two Eleanors. I don't know if it is brought on when she notices her reflection somewhere, or if she just gets in that Two Eleanors mood.
The week after Mother's Day, I decided it was time to finally go out and find some maternity clothes. We were still in the thick of our kitchen project, so I left late in the evening with Eleanor in tow while Grant continued working. I have another, shall we say, "special" story from this evening, but I'll share it another time. I took Eleanor and an armful of clothes into the dressing room to try to make some decisions (a very difficult thing for me). Due to the late hour, the store wasn't very busy. We were probably the only ones in the dressing room, so I took the biggest room they had. It had a triple mirror in the corner that Eleanor fell in love with right away. She would say, "Look, Mommy. Two Eleanors!" Then, she would count her reflections, "One, two!" I tried to point out that there were three Eleanors, but she liked to just focus on the two. Oh well.
She proceeded to narrate to me everything that "Two Eleanors" were doing. "Two Eleanors jumping, Mommy," etc. I knew she was getting tired, though it was easily indicated by the fact that she kept laying on the floor and scooting around, basically sweeping with her shirt. I eventually got so grossed out by the who-knows-what she was probably rubbing onto her hands, shirt, and face that I convinced her to roll and play on the large bench in the changing stall (thank goodness for that). Aside: sometimes I think kids were sent to people like me for the sole purpose of grossing me out on a daily basis. Sure, roll around in the dirt and filth that has come in from the streets on people's shoes. Make sure you rub your hands all over that floor because we know you'll have your fingers in your mouth in a matter of seconds, seeing how you're teething and everything. . . but I digress.
At one point, I asked her to do something (I don't remember what because it wasn't a big deal), and she tentatively said no to me. I told her that if Two Eleanors (sticking with the theme) said no to Mommy, they would have to have a time out. The threat worked, and she complied. Less than a minute later, she very firmly told me, "no." I knew what she was doing, because I hadn't even been talking to her. I told her in mock sternness that Two Eleanors needed a time out and had to get in time out right now. She grinned and went and stood in the corner. I think I remember the pleasant narration continuing: "Two Eleanors in time out. Two Eleanor said no to Mommy." Then, she turned around and said, "Sorry, Mommy." I played along and told her okay, Two Eleanors could come out of time out. She went back to sitting on the bench, and in less than a minute, she told me "no!" again. We had created a game.
She still randomly decides to call herself Two Eleanors. I don't know if it is brought on when she notices her reflection somewhere, or if she just gets in that Two Eleanors mood.
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The scene: yesterday evening. I'm laying down for a moment while Eleanor drinks her milk for the night and Grant is working on the computer.
She wanders into my room and asks, "Whassa matter, Mommy?"
"Nothing," I reply, "I'm just resting for a bit."
"Oh," she says, smiling. "I wanna rest with you in your bed." She climbs up next to me and continues to drink her milk. I kiss her several times on the cheek, and she wipes them off.
I pretend to be offended, telling her, "Don't you wipe off my kisses!" as I kiss her some more. Each time, she wipes them off again.
After several times of this, I give her the same, several kisses on the cheek, and she turns to me and says, "On my porehead (forehead)?" I give her several kisses on her forehead on the side closest to me. She turns to face me and says, "This side?" I kiss the other side of her forehead.
Again, "This side?" I kiss her forehead again. She shakes her head, and says, "No. Right here," pointing to her other cheek. I give her the same kisses where she had pointed on her cheek.
She lets out a pleased giggle and says, "That's wots (lots)."
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
It's the 27th again
These are the most recent photos I've taken of Eleanor. They're from swim class the Saturday before last. Of course, we went on a walk tonight, and I decided not to take my camera and missed some really cute shots. Of course.
I have little tidbits about Eleanor running through my head all month, and then when it comes time to do this, I draw a blank. Let's see. . .
- Favorite thing to sleep with lately: her stuffed pink poodle.
- She's a gum chewer now. This actually started last month, but I forgot to mention it. I chew gum quite often, and every time she would see me get it out, Eleanor would ask for some. For a long time, I told her she wasn't ready for gum. Then, one time she asked for it while we were at home, and I knew I could supervise her. So I decided to give her a chance. She's really good about new things when you lay out the rules for her right at the start. It's like she knows it's a privilege, and she's usually very careful to stick to the rules. She has only swallowed it once, when we were in the car, and she was so disappointed that she cried. Now, she wants gum almost all the time.
- She loves to "do dishes," which usually just involves a cup and a spoon and the water drizzling at the kitchen sink while she plays. She has been begging to do dishes ever since we started working on the counter tops. I had to tell her no because we couldn't get the counter tops wet. So, logical girl that she is, every time she saw her daddy, she would ask him, "Daddy you wanna take the counter tops off?" She thought if we just took them off, we wouldn't have to worry about getting them wet.
- She had two molars cut through the gums last week. I don't think they're all the way in yet, but that leaves just one more two-year molar that needs to cut through.
- On Mother's Day, she found two of her friends after sacrament on the way to nursery, and they all held hands down the hall to go to nursery. So, there was a string of three little girls holding hands walking through the church. Eleanor liked it so much, she sought out a friend to hold hands with the next week, too. This last Sunday, Grant went to take her to nursery, thinking her friends were already there, and she threw a tantrum, crying because she wanted to hold Larissa's hand. I saw that Larissa wasn't already in nursery, so Grant took Eleanor back to look for "Rissa" so she could hold her hand on the way in to nursery.
- If you ask Eleanor a question, such as "Do you want to go outside?" or "Are you ready to take a bath?" instead of answering "yes" or "no," she says, "I do" or "I am." The second word almost always has a higher pitch than the first, so she always sounds oh-so chipper.
Maybe I'll have to come back and add to this post later. My brain is shutting down for the night. I need to start to write things down all during the month!
Here is Eleanor, holding hands with Danica and Larissa after swim class.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Then and Now
These first several videos were taken April 16, 2007, when Eleanor was 18 months old (a year and a half, for those of you who no longer think of age in terms of months). I was trying to catch some of the words she could say and different things she could do.
In this first one, I caught how she said the sound the kitty cat makes. I love how it sounds more like "how" than "meow." Plus, I loved how she would go on and on with it once you got her going. Of course, this was a time when she constantly wanted to see the other side of the camera, where you could actually see the picture, so you'll see a lot of begging for that. I think I used, "say hi to Mommy," back then to get her to look up at the camera, which is why she keeps saying, "hi," as if it's going to get her a desired result. I also loved how instead of saying, "uh-huh," she said, "huh-huh."
You can hear "baby" and "bear" in this one. I think she was giving that bear loves long before it ever occurred to her to give the baby loves. Nowadays, she calls that baby her "heavy baby" because it has beans in it (and her other main baby is filled with air). Again, she's frustrated because Mommy seems not to be getting the hint about what she wants. I knew what she wanted. She loved to watch the baby through the camera viewer, and we would touch the camera to the baby's face and pretend it was giving the camera a kiss. That's the request she is so desperately trying to communicate.
This one's pretty self-explanatory. When she would beg for something, such as a bite of food or the camera, she would make a panting sound like a dog. That was her way of asking for the camera. Then, when I had her say doggy and she did, she was mad because she was giving me what I wanted and I wasn't giving her what she wanted. I really didn't take these videos to show how I would torment and torture her. I just wanted to document how she talked at the time.
This is an all-time favorite of mine. She could hardly climb up on the couch! I love how she would ask, "Where did it go?" by saying "Goeee?" and holding her hands up. She shows so much personality in her little chubby face. It's not on this video, but about this time, when she would find something, she would say, "dee-see," for "there it is." That eventually turned into, "Dee-see are," when her vocabulary started to expand.
This one was taken April 29, 2008, when Eleanor was 31 months old (2 and a half years). At first, the file was too big to upload, so I had to have Grant fiddle with it and cut out unimportant parts, which is why it's a little choppy in places. That's also why I didn't post this in April when I took the video. I tried to have her say many of the words that are on the older movies so I could compare the change that has taken place in just a year. I added a few things. A brief explanation: Eleanor does this thing where she scrunches up her face on one side, practically winking one eye, whenever she says a new, more complicated word or when she tells you she doesn't like something. The first time she tried telling me "It was an accident," without any prompting from me, she made that face. I thought she might make it again if I had her say those words, but it didn't work. So, I tried for the cottage cheese. Her likes and dislikes of food change more than the weather, but she has stayed pretty strong and steady with her dislike of cottage cheese. I thought I was sure to get her to make the face if I got her talking about cottage cheese, and in the end, I did! That's why there was so much conversation about food, though. Her horsey sound wasn't quite like she usually does it since we had been watching the old movies of her together, and she mimicked her younger self making the sound when I asked her. I still want to take a video of her saying some of the words she still has trouble pronouncing now, such as octopus, elevator, etc. I'll have to remember to do that soon before I run out of words she can't pronounce. She's getting better every day!
In this first one, I caught how she said the sound the kitty cat makes. I love how it sounds more like "how" than "meow." Plus, I loved how she would go on and on with it once you got her going. Of course, this was a time when she constantly wanted to see the other side of the camera, where you could actually see the picture, so you'll see a lot of begging for that. I think I used, "say hi to Mommy," back then to get her to look up at the camera, which is why she keeps saying, "hi," as if it's going to get her a desired result. I also loved how instead of saying, "uh-huh," she said, "huh-huh."
You can hear "baby" and "bear" in this one. I think she was giving that bear loves long before it ever occurred to her to give the baby loves. Nowadays, she calls that baby her "heavy baby" because it has beans in it (and her other main baby is filled with air). Again, she's frustrated because Mommy seems not to be getting the hint about what she wants. I knew what she wanted. She loved to watch the baby through the camera viewer, and we would touch the camera to the baby's face and pretend it was giving the camera a kiss. That's the request she is so desperately trying to communicate.
This one's pretty self-explanatory. When she would beg for something, such as a bite of food or the camera, she would make a panting sound like a dog. That was her way of asking for the camera. Then, when I had her say doggy and she did, she was mad because she was giving me what I wanted and I wasn't giving her what she wanted. I really didn't take these videos to show how I would torment and torture her. I just wanted to document how she talked at the time.
This is an all-time favorite of mine. She could hardly climb up on the couch! I love how she would ask, "Where did it go?" by saying "Goeee?" and holding her hands up. She shows so much personality in her little chubby face. It's not on this video, but about this time, when she would find something, she would say, "dee-see," for "there it is." That eventually turned into, "Dee-see are," when her vocabulary started to expand.
This one was taken April 29, 2008, when Eleanor was 31 months old (2 and a half years). At first, the file was too big to upload, so I had to have Grant fiddle with it and cut out unimportant parts, which is why it's a little choppy in places. That's also why I didn't post this in April when I took the video. I tried to have her say many of the words that are on the older movies so I could compare the change that has taken place in just a year. I added a few things. A brief explanation: Eleanor does this thing where she scrunches up her face on one side, practically winking one eye, whenever she says a new, more complicated word or when she tells you she doesn't like something. The first time she tried telling me "It was an accident," without any prompting from me, she made that face. I thought she might make it again if I had her say those words, but it didn't work. So, I tried for the cottage cheese. Her likes and dislikes of food change more than the weather, but she has stayed pretty strong and steady with her dislike of cottage cheese. I thought I was sure to get her to make the face if I got her talking about cottage cheese, and in the end, I did! That's why there was so much conversation about food, though. Her horsey sound wasn't quite like she usually does it since we had been watching the old movies of her together, and she mimicked her younger self making the sound when I asked her. I still want to take a video of her saying some of the words she still has trouble pronouncing now, such as octopus, elevator, etc. I'll have to remember to do that soon before I run out of words she can't pronounce. She's getting better every day!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Repaint! Repaint! and Thin No More!
What a crazy, busy week/weekend we had last week! I don't even know where to begin!
With the counter tops basically done, Grant moved on to getting ready to tile the back splash. He took Thursday and Friday off (except for a brief meeting on Thurs.) to work on things. Thursday, my Gary came over to help Grant get going on putting the tiles up since Grant didn't have any experience. By that evening, he had all the tiles up except around the desk area, and it looks great!
Friday, I spent the whole day painting the kitchen. We had to paint because Grant had patched over a couple of small holes in the wall from when he did the electrical for the dishwasher, and we didn't have any of the original paint. One project leads to another, and we (I, with help from Grant on the corners) had to paint the whole kitchen. We just painted it an antique white. We're trying to stay as neutral as possible so it will appeal to many. We mostly had small spaces under the cabinets and a few larger areas above the cabinets, so I tried to get away with using a small roller for the whole job. For some reason, the small roller just wasn't leaving the paint on the wall the same way a nine inch roller does. Once things started drying, you could tell the paint layer was really thin, and you could see the old white shining through. So, I broke out the 9-incher and that seemed to do the trick, but it was so annoying to have to go over what I had already painted. It was exhausting! Meanwhile, Grant glued the laminate onto the board for the desk area and installed our very last section of counter top! He also filed down any overhanging edges and corners. The whole time, Eleanor was under-foot for both of us, trying to "help" and join in the work. Grant finally had a great idea and set her up with a painting station so she could "paint" like Mommy. He gave her a brush and a bucket with some water in it, and told her to paint on a cookie sheet over a towel. It worked great for a good part of the time.
The weekend was scorching hot! I was too busy to ever get a chance to check the actual temperature, but I know it was supposed to get up to 95 or so. That may not sound like much, but when you go from weather in the 60s and 70s where you're jumping for joy that the sun has come out and you can take off your jacket, weather in the 90s feels like you've died and haven't gone to Heaven. Our house wasn't able to stay cool at all with us going in and out of the door for supplies and working on things outside.
Saturday was swim lessons and running errands. We got to stop by the Caulders' house for a short visit. I had to borrow Eclipse, the third book in the Twilight series because I was almost done with New Moon. I tried to pace myself on that one, but it still went really quickly. I still helped with the work on the house projects, though. I just read any chance I got-- in the car, eating lunch, staying up way too late at night. . . I finished it yesterday, so it was a good thing we went and got Eclipse. I'm really enjoying the books. They are entertaining. It was fun to be able to agree with Kari about some of the things that can get on your nerves about them, though. I don't know if it would bug other people, or if it's just us English majors. If only I had a nickel for every time someone "whispered" in those books. . .
After that, we ran errands and came back to more work. Grant had a couple of tiles he needed to re-cut, and after that, he was able to get all the tile done around the desk.
Sunday was our 6th wedding anniversary. We decided to have a more official celebration at a later date since it's just been too hectic around here for either of us to even think about planning anything. I have a hard time getting really personal on my blog since I never know to whom I'm baring my soul (or maybe it's because I know to whom I'm baring it-- either way). Just know that there are much stronger feelings about things like this than I might always express. I have a wonderful husband, and I'm grateful to have him in my life. It's amazing to me that it has already been 6 years. I can't wait to see what the next 6 years will bring. And, I hope we'll be able to celebrate this anniversary more "officially" soon.
Today, I repainted under the cabinets in the kitchen since the paint was still pretty thin under there. Grant plans to come home and grout the tiles. I'm pretty sure after that, all that's left in the kitchen is to use a special seam sealer a few places on the counter top (we ordered it and hope it comes soon). Then, we just have to fix up the yard a bit and de-clutter the place (I'm dreading this part) before we put it on the market.
Grant scared me to death on Thursday. Eleanor was napping while Grant was at his meeting in McMinnville, so I took advantage of the opportunity to get some rest myself. I had been asleep for a while when Grant came storming into our room and angrily informed me, "There's someone viewing our house right now!"
I tried to understand through the fog of just having been woken up. "Our house?" I asked him in horror.
"Yes. They're there to look at it right now," was his reply.
I don't know how many questions I fired at him. Probably something like, "Where? They're right outside? Who? Why are they here?" I was so confused. Our house was an absolute mess. Eleanor was sleeping. The kitchen was torn apart. Clean and dirty laundry was strewn about the whole house. There was clutter everywhere. How could someone possibly be there to look at our house right at that very moment?
Apparently, Grant had driven by the house we want (the house he was calling "our" house), and there were two cars parked outside and some people were apparently viewing the house. It sent him into a frenzy, and as a consequence, gave me a rather rude awakening from my pleasant nap. Hopefully we get all our improvements done soon and get this place on the market so we can make our offer!
Sorry for the lack of pictures. I'll try to plug in the Internet cable and upload some in these next few days, though I haven't taken any new ones of the house project.
With the counter tops basically done, Grant moved on to getting ready to tile the back splash. He took Thursday and Friday off (except for a brief meeting on Thurs.) to work on things. Thursday, my Gary came over to help Grant get going on putting the tiles up since Grant didn't have any experience. By that evening, he had all the tiles up except around the desk area, and it looks great!
Friday, I spent the whole day painting the kitchen. We had to paint because Grant had patched over a couple of small holes in the wall from when he did the electrical for the dishwasher, and we didn't have any of the original paint. One project leads to another, and we (I, with help from Grant on the corners) had to paint the whole kitchen. We just painted it an antique white. We're trying to stay as neutral as possible so it will appeal to many. We mostly had small spaces under the cabinets and a few larger areas above the cabinets, so I tried to get away with using a small roller for the whole job. For some reason, the small roller just wasn't leaving the paint on the wall the same way a nine inch roller does. Once things started drying, you could tell the paint layer was really thin, and you could see the old white shining through. So, I broke out the 9-incher and that seemed to do the trick, but it was so annoying to have to go over what I had already painted. It was exhausting! Meanwhile, Grant glued the laminate onto the board for the desk area and installed our very last section of counter top! He also filed down any overhanging edges and corners. The whole time, Eleanor was under-foot for both of us, trying to "help" and join in the work. Grant finally had a great idea and set her up with a painting station so she could "paint" like Mommy. He gave her a brush and a bucket with some water in it, and told her to paint on a cookie sheet over a towel. It worked great for a good part of the time.
The weekend was scorching hot! I was too busy to ever get a chance to check the actual temperature, but I know it was supposed to get up to 95 or so. That may not sound like much, but when you go from weather in the 60s and 70s where you're jumping for joy that the sun has come out and you can take off your jacket, weather in the 90s feels like you've died and haven't gone to Heaven. Our house wasn't able to stay cool at all with us going in and out of the door for supplies and working on things outside.
Saturday was swim lessons and running errands. We got to stop by the Caulders' house for a short visit. I had to borrow Eclipse, the third book in the Twilight series because I was almost done with New Moon. I tried to pace myself on that one, but it still went really quickly. I still helped with the work on the house projects, though. I just read any chance I got-- in the car, eating lunch, staying up way too late at night. . . I finished it yesterday, so it was a good thing we went and got Eclipse. I'm really enjoying the books. They are entertaining. It was fun to be able to agree with Kari about some of the things that can get on your nerves about them, though. I don't know if it would bug other people, or if it's just us English majors. If only I had a nickel for every time someone "whispered" in those books. . .
After that, we ran errands and came back to more work. Grant had a couple of tiles he needed to re-cut, and after that, he was able to get all the tile done around the desk.
Sunday was our 6th wedding anniversary. We decided to have a more official celebration at a later date since it's just been too hectic around here for either of us to even think about planning anything. I have a hard time getting really personal on my blog since I never know to whom I'm baring my soul (or maybe it's because I know to whom I'm baring it-- either way). Just know that there are much stronger feelings about things like this than I might always express. I have a wonderful husband, and I'm grateful to have him in my life. It's amazing to me that it has already been 6 years. I can't wait to see what the next 6 years will bring. And, I hope we'll be able to celebrate this anniversary more "officially" soon.
Today, I repainted under the cabinets in the kitchen since the paint was still pretty thin under there. Grant plans to come home and grout the tiles. I'm pretty sure after that, all that's left in the kitchen is to use a special seam sealer a few places on the counter top (we ordered it and hope it comes soon). Then, we just have to fix up the yard a bit and de-clutter the place (I'm dreading this part) before we put it on the market.
Grant scared me to death on Thursday. Eleanor was napping while Grant was at his meeting in McMinnville, so I took advantage of the opportunity to get some rest myself. I had been asleep for a while when Grant came storming into our room and angrily informed me, "There's someone viewing our house right now!"
I tried to understand through the fog of just having been woken up. "Our house?" I asked him in horror.
"Yes. They're there to look at it right now," was his reply.
I don't know how many questions I fired at him. Probably something like, "Where? They're right outside? Who? Why are they here?" I was so confused. Our house was an absolute mess. Eleanor was sleeping. The kitchen was torn apart. Clean and dirty laundry was strewn about the whole house. There was clutter everywhere. How could someone possibly be there to look at our house right at that very moment?
Apparently, Grant had driven by the house we want (the house he was calling "our" house), and there were two cars parked outside and some people were apparently viewing the house. It sent him into a frenzy, and as a consequence, gave me a rather rude awakening from my pleasant nap. Hopefully we get all our improvements done soon and get this place on the market so we can make our offer!
Sorry for the lack of pictures. I'll try to plug in the Internet cable and upload some in these next few days, though I haven't taken any new ones of the house project.
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