Saturday, December 12, 2009
Ha, just kidding. The $150 was what it would've cost if we'd have called a serviceman to come fix it. But we didn't. Evan called around and found a place that sells the part for $3.50. They ended up giving it to him for free. And using the trusty manual, Evan put it in for free. So now we really are breathing the cleanest air we've breathed in two years.
Maybe we'll stop having respiratory problems now. We'll hope for that, anyway.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
At the end of a not-so-good day, I got a package in the mail from my sister-in-law, Kristy, containing a cute set of homemade blocks that spell out at least 16 seasonal sayings. I immediately set it to "SNOW" because geez--if it's going to be cold, it may as well snow. Anyway, it was a gift for a pay-it-forward game. So now I get to make some things and send them to people. Here are the rules:
The first three (3) people interested in this little game will leave a message on this post. I will then send a handmade gift to those 3 people within the next year (most likely in the next few months). In order to play the game though, you must be willing to keep the spirit alive, and post a "Pay it Forward", and send out 3 handmade gifts to your readers! (You can take a year to send yours, if you need to!). It doesn't have to be anything big or a major project--just homemade. Even cookies and baked goods count.
So, anyone interested? Leave me a message.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
I can't seem to get Spencer's backpack off her these days. She waddles around all day with it on her back.
And she drags this kitchen chair around, climbing on the counters, getting into everything. With her backpack on. And hat. And sometimes gloves, too.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Here's the lovely before picture, complete with mismatch appliances, small corner sink with dishwasher that blocks you in with the door open (not very conducive to washing dishes), stained laminate countertops, dated cabinets that were (literally) falling off the walls, and parquet floor that was installed incorrectly (there were so many gaps, that if I swept the floor, there was no pile of stuff at the end--it simply fell in the gaps). And don't even get me started on the puke red backsplash area, with painted outlets and covers, and nail pops.
And here's our new kitchen:
Still to be completed:
-install hardware on cabinets
-install crown mouldings
-finish wainstcoting on dining area (pictures coming soon)
-repair holes in ceiling where previous light fixtures were
-buy stainless steel microwave
-spray paint knife block and paper towel holder so they stop reminding me of my old kitchen
Question of the day: what to tile the backsplash with?
options: travertine subway tile (to match floor)
mosaic tile in ? color
We are stumped on this one.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Waimea didn't fall for it. She kept begging for the real Caillou.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
(Spencer pretending to be Godzilla)
(Waimea holding a toy for him)
(The newly laid tiles that he's NOT supposed to step on)
What's your favorite?
Friday, October 2, 2009
I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, though. People say she looks like me, and I was sometimes mistaken for a boy, all the way into my college years. I worked for Joann's my sophomore year and I remember cutting fabric one day, and one of the kids standing with their mom said, "Is that a boy or a girl?," pointing directly at me. The mom shushed the kid, but never answered. Luckily, I don't think it has happened since then. Now, I know I'm no girly girl, but do I really look boyish? Poor Waimea; it looks like she's doomed to be like her mother.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Truth for truth, I responded, "Because I'm a slob. And because we're fixing up our house."
He replied, "It's so messy I can hardly walk."
Thanks, W, I didn't think it was quite that bad.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Crouching down and playing with the kids in the sandbox:
Feeding ducks while trying to avoid being attacked by a goose:
Driving out to the Howell Living History Farm, only to realize that there isn't too much to see (but at least we left with the largest carrot I've ever seen in my life):
Getting wet in the ocean, even though they didn't bring their swimsuits and weren't planning on getting wet (but it was grandpa's first time to touch the Atlantic, so at least it wasn't for naught, right?):
Letting us talk them into playing the Wii for the first time ever:
Other things they willingly did that aren't pictured included:
-doing the Philly walking tour of the downtown historical sites with kids in tow
-taking numerous "binocular walks"
-going to the Statue of Liberty with kids who have been there too many times
-playing pretend baseball at the park on labor day
-watching the kids for me each day while I went to the gym (I kept offering to take the kids with me, but they insisted on having them stay)
-watching too many Teletubby and Little Einsteins episodes (to the point where Grandpa could practically quote them word-for-word. Hence the "Go Rocket" title)
Thanks, Grandpa and Grandma, for the visit! Hope you come back soon!