Adam also took off that Friday to install our cabinets. We took him lunch and she got in a little loving while we were there.
The painting is about to be done, and the floor guys are laying tile. At the rate the tile people are going, we might be in before Christmas.
Adam will be putting down the hardwood once the paint is complete. I'm feeling pretty confident he will be asking his main squeeze to help him with that. We've put in a floor or two in our time and didn't even say a cuss word in the process. Well... Maybe one or two. In our defense, putting down hardwood ain't no joke.
Here's the living room, and exactly where I plan to plop my big self down and watch my babes grow up for the next 18 or so years.
Reese practically begs not to go up to the new house anytime we mention. Nothing for her to do, but get herself in trouble in the sand pile outside. Which is exactly what usually happens.
I hesitate to put this picture because it isn't a good one. The tile in the kitchen looks like old barn wood, but I'm not thinking this picture shows that very well.
The kitchen sink arrived yesterday, and provided endless entertainment. This was just after Reese backed her bare bottom up to a little space heater in the bathroom. There are now burn marks on her booty that look exactly like the front of that heater. Once the aftermath of that was over, she ran to the bathtub to wring out a washrag and flipped right off into the tub still filled with Elynn's bathwater. She was soaked wet, and all I could do was laugh. Before bed, she also stumped her toe and pinched her finger with my sunglasses. She told me this morning, "I kept gettin' beat up last night."
I'm hoping to be moving in the week of Spring Break even though Adam is confident we will already be in by then.