Paint

I had Friday off from work, so I spent most of the day prepping the girls' bedroom for painting and beginning to paint. We got it all painted by Saturday afternoon and rewarded ourselves with sushi and wine. When we moved into our house, it was a deep plum. We repainted it a lighter purple in 2006. I say we, but it was really A. I had everything prepped and started painting and then suddenly this happened. Great timing, third child! Way to make your father paint a purple ceiling (twice!) all by himself!

The girls were eager to help paint, so I bought small rollers and they painted the long wall in their bedroom. Here are before and after pictures. C lost interest within ten minutes, but E and L were troopers and helped paint our bedroom the next day. It's nice that "helping" has become actual helping. I'm not a fan of plain white walls, but I agree with our realtor that it makes the room look brighter and cleaner. And if I'm a prospective buyer, I would think, "Oh, white is easy to paint over!" instead of seeing at least two layers of paint and a lot of work in my future.

Saturday A and I walked to an open house a few streets over. It was for a classic brick bungalow, a style that peppers our neighborhood. On paper it had everything we want/need: four bedrooms, backyard, maintenance free exterior. It had a few extras, too, like a screened-in porch, tons of storage, and a huge finished basement. It wasn't right for us, though, and neither of us fell in love with it. The kitchen was weird and the dining room was so tiny. There's no way our table would fit. I've been looking at homes online for months, so it's good to finally start seeing them in person.

We took C with us to the open house (she immediately wanted to buy the house so she could play with the My Little Ponies in one of the bedrooms. I had to remind her that the current owners would take their stuff) and left E and L home alone. We were gone for about 45 minutes and available by phone the whole time, but still. It's a whole new world opening up! The Y has a Safe On My Own class I think I'll have them take in the spring and they're the kind of kids that enjoy running over "What would you do?" scenarios, so we do that a lot. I wonder how much they'd remember in an actual emergency, though. 

(This is one of the huge pluses of having twins: I get to leave them TOGETHER. Safety in numbers!)

Sunday we put their room back together and started painting our bedroom. We got about 75% done before quitting last night. I'll finish it today, I hope. The girls have been sleeping in the basement while the paint dries so last night A and I slept in their room. It was reminiscent of our college years when I would visit him (we went to college in different states) and we would sleep in a single bed together. It sounds all cozy and intimate, but OMG, it was uncomfortable. Do not recommend. I'm looking forward to having our room finished and our queen bed back.

Comments

[Christine]

You're moving? Am I gathering that you may have mentioned this on Twitter, so I am completely unaware?

This is my recent experience: when we walked into the house we eventually bought, I hugged the sink. And I knew I would be sad if someone else lived there. We ended up only seeing two houses (this was the first).

Moving is the worst experience EVER, but worth it, completely.

[ルイヴィトン 財布 新作]

話題沸騰中のアディダス ジャージ メンズ http://www.institutosacarneiro.com/fashion/adidas/shoes/

[canada goose jakke]

in search of black nike roshe run accross http://www.liberalvannin.com/

[ルイヴィトン バッグ 新作 2013]

上等なガガミラノ時計 人気 http://gaga-ladies.akronrollergirls.com/

[エムシーエムバッグ]

超話題新作UGG ブーツ 2013 http://www.richmondcultureworks.com/