Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Odd Offspring

After we emptied out the room but before demo started, my girls had a blast.


They put swimcaps on their heads and ran around in their jammies dancing and singing songs about the echoing room.


They are weird. I have no idea where they get it.

Must be their daddy's genes. Really, I swear. Their perfectly normal mother was not laughing and taking pictures and realizing she would have been doing the exact same thing at that age--only it might have involved a bucket on my head rather than a swim cap. hypothetically speaking, of course.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Demolition

This weekend, we really started on our first large scale remodel in this house. And by "we" I mostly mean my Handsome Engineer. I was certainly willing to help, but we did not know how old some of the materials were that we would be dealing with and thought that it was better for me to avoid the dust and debris.
So, I sat in the hallway and wrote an article while my husband did all the physical labor. And we would talk back and forth through the doorway, which was sometimes open and sometimes closed.

This is what it looked like when we started. I had already pulled off sections of wallpaper and paneling before the Engineer decided he would rather just gut the room and redo the wiring, insulation and everything. But you can see a few places where the paneling and wallpaper is still there.
Can you tell it was a boy's room in the 80s?

There were (are) two chimneys that came up through the room, as well as a closet built in one corner.

The closet is gone now. If you look closely, you can see some piping in the wall. At one point in time, this old farmhouse was actually two separate apartments and this room used to be the kitchen. The piping was for the sink. That also explains why most of the outlets are halfway up the wall--they were at counter height.

But the most interesting find of the day was the moment we realized that our house shouldn't really be here anymore.

Can we say chimney fire?
In a farm house built around 1915. I think we (and the residents at the time!) were rather lucky. We know the family who lived here for about 30 years prior to us buying it, and they knew nothing about it. And the drywall (gypsum board, actually) we were pulling out had a patent date of 1942, so I am guessing this fire happened before that.

I think this house has a lot of stories!

End of Day One of Demotion:


Most of the gypsum board is down and some of the insulation. The ceiling is still intact and the rest of the insulation and walls need to come down.

Day two we didn't spend as much time there because we had church in the morning and then someone stopping by that afternoon. But we got everything stripped down to the framing:

It is kind of a shame the chimneys have to come down, but they are a leak hazard and really cut up the room, so we are going to remove them. I plan on re-purposing the bricks in the garden or future patio, that way they still remain a part of the house's story.

The boards you see on the outside wall probably have their own unique story. They are painted white, so they obviously faced out at some point. We think that when the house was resided, they took off the old wooden siding and nailed it back up flat--like what we would use plywood or OSB for now to attach siding or shingles to(can you tell I am married to an engineer? I use phrases like "OSB". I actually had "particle board written, but was corrected). Or, it may have come from a different house or barn altogether at one point. I guess we won't ever really know.

We do know that this house has so much lumber it is probably worth more taken apart than it is in one piece. (Not that we are remotely considering dismantling it!)

And one final shot:

The wainscoting ceiling. It really isn't in very good shape and my Handsome Engineer is worried that, even if it could be restored, it would let in too many bugs and critters. I would love to have the wainscoting though, so we may look into an updated version of the same ceiling. We will see.

Next steps: redo the wiring, take down the chimney, put up new insulation. Then we can put up new walls and make it look like a new (hopefully improved) room again.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

It's a Boy!!

I get this feeling that I am wading into unfamiliar--but wonderful--waters!!


This little guy will be the first male grandchild on either side of the family.


If his activity level (and the genes he gets from his daddy) are any indication, this is going to be one adventurous kid!


But he isn't a big fan of the camera. The little stinker kept his hands over his face most of the ultrasound.


And then he just decided he was done. And rolled over.

Something tells me this little guy will have a mind of his own.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Stupid "Error 400"

So, I had a great post for today, but apparently I am not allowed to upload photos.

Oh well--I will save it for later. Just know that it wasn't because I wasn't thinking about you. I know how your mornings revolve around my photo uploads. (hahahahaha)

In the meantime, I am going to clean house, do laundry, read my Bible, and then go pick Lil Bit up from school so we can . . .

GO SEE OUR ULTRASOUND!!

I will post results tomorrow morning (or maybe later today if I get a chance).

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Wonderfully Made

(photo courtesy of NASA's Astronomy Picture of the Day)

Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you're there!
If I go underground, you're there!
If I flew on morning's wings
to the far western horizon,
You'd find me in a minute—
you're already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
At night I'm immersed in the light!"
It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;
night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.

Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.

Psalm 139 is such a beautiful Psalm--and so extensive in description. The Psalmist from the vastness of the universe to the intimacy of the womb (the latter of which is especially meaningful to me lately!).


TOMORROW we get to see the newest Bit via ultrasound. We are checking Lil Bit out of school and heading in. Hopefully we will even be able to see a 4-D image!!

Friday, September 18, 2009

My Chickens Are Making Me Look Bad

One of them seriously has an "overachiever" complex.


Really, do we NEED to put two yolks in the eggs? Your productivity levels are putting me to shame.

I must now go iron something or mop something in order to feel better about myself.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I Got Upgraded

So, I am REALLY hard on phones. In the past 7 years, I have

had a horse drown one in his water bucket

dropped one so many times it broke in half

washed one (ok, so that was really Chris who washed it, but it was my phone he had borrowed)

dropped one in a sink

shattered the display on one


Needless to say, I carry insurance on my phones. The phone companies do not prophet off of me.

When I called to replace the last one after it had been broken for MONTHS. I finally called after my Handsome Engineer recruited all our friends to harass me. The last straw was when our pastor started offering to have "phone fights" with me (like a knife fight, since my phone could have sliced someone open).


Well, my phone was so old that they don't even have refurbished models left, so they had to give me a different model.


There are some things I don't really like about it, but overall, I would say I got seriously upgraded.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Doctor Appointings

Last week, Bitty Bit came down with red spots. My first thought was "chicken pox!" but then remembered the vaccine and that Bitty had gone on a "nature walk" with some friends (not to mention the campground we visited that weekend and the fact that we live on a farm), so I amended my theory to "chiggers". My poor baby had them all over her torso and hips. Not exactly the normal locations for chiggers (they really like sock lines and waistbands), but not atypical either. (I remember putting nailpolish on chigger bites all over Chris' back after a mountain biking crash once.)

But then, at the end of the week, she had more on her legs. And she had them in her ears. And she had them in her hairline.

And I knew this wasn't chiggers. So we made a trip to the pediatrician, or, as Bitty Bit calls it "a doctor appointing".



Bitty's doctor came in and said, "I actually think this is chicken pox!" so she brought in another doctor to confirm. Bitty was NOT thrilled at being a spectacle and soon said, "I get dressed. Ready go home now."

So, she is on the mend, but still a bit itchy. Nothing has changed in her treatment really, but at least it is in her medical records.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Thank You

Thank you to the men who ran up the stairs, rather than down.

Thank you to the many many workers and volunteers that searched for days.

Thank you to the city who united together in a time of great tragedy.


Thank you to all those who remember.


May we all remember the importance of each day and how fragile and unpredictable life can be.

May we all choose to live this day--each day--in order to have no regrets.

May we all go to sleep tonight knowing we have loved those in our lives completely, utterly. May we forgive those who need forgiving, ask forgiveness of those we have wronged, and accept the Forgiveness that will completely erase and remove--as far as the East is from the West--all our mistakes.

May we come to know God's love that gives us life, and life abundantly!

May we wake up tomorrow and choose to live life fully, completely. And may we wake up each day afterward with the same determination.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Being THAT Mom

I don't want to be "that" mom. I don't want to be the one who is always protesting changes made. I have always had good relationships with Lil Bit's teachers and administrators.

But, I fear this year, I might become "that" mom. There have been some changes in Lil Bit's school that I am just not comfortable with. In fact, no one is comfortable with, but very few are saying anything.

If no one says anything, nothing will change. (That principle goes far beyond dealing with school systems.)

So, I am doing my research, and hope to present things respectfully, but forcefully. I already have once to the school board. But there are more issues. And some of them are big, things that are impacting not just my child's education, but every child in the school.

Children need breaks. This school district has long school days (maybe it is normal, but it seems longer than other places I have lived). Children cannot sit still for that long without decent recess and lunch. If they cannot burn off energy during recess, they will burn it off in class and behavioral problems will likely increase. If they cannot get the nutrition they need at lunch because there is no time to eat, they will not be able to focus in class and behavioral problems will increase

Parents have a right to have access to their child's classroom. I hope I never, ever have a reason to make a surprise visit to a classroom to observe. I hope there are never issues with a teacher that require me to sit it. But if there ever are, I need to be able to do that.

So, I think I may become "that" mom. Because my child is young and it is my job to protect her and seek her best interest. And because there are other kids whose parents cannot fight for them, for whatever reason.

I really, really don't want to be that mom, though.

Monday, September 7, 2009

So, She's Not Really a Fan

I thought labrador retrievers were supposed to LIKE water.

Kallie doesn't.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Precious Moments Meets Gangsta


Sorry, Bitty Bit, even with the hoodie, you are just too cute to pull off "scary"

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Sleep

Today, I have no children.

Except the one who is currently playing soccer with my various internal organs. Heaven help me, but this kid is ACTIVE!

And Lil Bit does come home at 3:15.

But Bitty Bit went for special time with my mom. I get her back Friday.

I miss her already, she is my cuddlebug (when she isn't going 957 miles an hour).

But I am going to sleep. Oh, yeah, and get stuff done.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Lighter Side of Friendship

I was sent this yesterday in an email. I am sure it has gone around a few times, but it still made me laugh--especially the first one:


When you are sad, I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on Mountain Dew!!!

When you are blue, I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

When you smile, I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.

When you're scared, we will high tail it out of here.

When you are worried, I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining, ya big baby!!!!

When you are confused, I will use little words.

When you are sick, Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have...

When you fall, I'll pick you up and dust you off-- After I laugh my rear off!!

This is my oath... I pledge it to the end.

'Why?' you may ask; because you are my FRIEND!