I'm so thrilled with how this turned out. So much more welcoming than the closet! We can check this room off of the list!
And just as we finished one project, we began a new one. The basement. Just saying the words make me grin and shudder at the same time. Connecting the two basements together is going to be intense. I couldn't even get a beginning picture, James dug in a little too fast, but here's the progress so far.
We've hit the other basement wall! Just a little bit further.
He has this system rigged up in a way that is simply incredible. This conveyor funnels the dirt and concrete right up and out of the window. It's then dumped into the bobcat bucket and drove off to a pile. It's rather ingenious.
One night I was home by myself, sitting on the couch when I heard a noise. I slowly looked over and a cat was staring right into my soul. WE DON'T HAVE A CAT. I jumped up and chased it, it ran down to the stairs, climbed on the conveyor, and was out the window. I was not too impressed. And since this baby shoots straight out the window, the cold air welcomes itself into our home. James did what he could to cover it with tarp, but it doesn't keep everything out. Not air, and not cats.
The past few months I've been having troubles with uploading pictures to my computer because I'm out of space. I would go through and move a bunch to the external hard drive and then attempt to upload more. It still wouldn't always let me and I was really frustrated and confused. One day I was expressing my concern to James and he asked if I was just deleting them from iPhoto or actually removing them from the computer. Turns out iPhoto has a trash can of it's own that has never been emptied. Almost 19,000 pictures. Holy moly. Well that's taken care of now...
Here's another set of family pictures I did for some friends. They are precious.
Sometimes I look up "desert recipes" on Pinterest, just for kicks and giggles, to see how many people still misspell "dessert".
Annual fall leaves cousin picture!
I'm telling this story because I have humility. If you can't laugh at yourself, then you shouldn't laugh at anyone. A couple days ago I went to get Trevin after he woke up from his nap. As soon as I walked in, he said, "Socks!" and pointed behind the crib. Many times before, he has thrown his socks behind the crib (against the wall.) So like usual, I laid down on the floor between his crib and dresser. I'd done this 10 times, but for some reason this time I rotated my arm under the crib and was unable to get it out. I couldn't pull back because of the dresser and I had it turned palm down so I couldn't bend my elbow. I'm not sure how this happened. It was almost lunch time so I knew James would be coming in shortly. I called him and asked if he could come right in. Here's the conversation that followed...
Yeah I can come in. What's up?
Um. I'm stuck.
Oh. Uh, are you ok?
Yeah I'm fine.
Do you have any broken bones?
(laugh) No, I just.... (then tried to explain how it happened.)
Ok, well can I feed the cows first?
Serious? I'm stuck.
It will only take a few minutes and I'm on that side of the farm anyways.
Fine, just hurry.
10 minutes passed and no James. Trevin wasn't thrilled that I was just laying on my face next to his crib. Thankfully he was contained in the crib so I didn't have to worry about him. The door bell rang, and I just laid there laughing with my face in the carpet. Finally a call from James.
Where are you at?
I'm sorry! Someone stopped me on the road to talk.
So you talked to them?
Yeah, but I'm almost home. But, umm...I gotta go.
It seemed like I laid there forever. Trevin started throwing his blankets and animals on me. I couldn't even defend myself. I tried to reach in and tickle him through the slats. (When I reached up, my back was to the crib, one arm under the crib and the other was in the crib.) Trevin then grabbed my arm and pulled it back. It was like that awful stretching torture of medieval times. Then, once again, a call from James.
I am coming! I'm sorry! I'm pulling in the driveway.
Someone else stopped to talk to me, like a half-mile later. But I'm home, I'm coming.
He came running down the hall and just busted out laughing. Then he got Trevin out of the crib. And then, he sat on me. Then he told me to try and get my arm out. Like I hadn't been trying this whole time! Finally he lifted the crib and set me free. Folks, I was under there for 1/2 hour. I joked with James saying the fire department could have gotten there quicker. Surely other people have ridiculously embarrassing things happen to them, right?
Finally got around to taking some 18 month pictures for Trevin!
And took some more family pictures...