Another “before” photo. Taken this morning before the work was set to begin. I say “set to begin” because nothing really started today. I think they were running a little late and the dumpster guy is waiting for them to pull down our back fence. Fingers crossed that we will start moving tomorrow and the back of house will begin it’s transformation. In the meantime, we can enjoy the peace and quite before the trucks roll in.

By the way – that little dormer there is our toilet. The more I look at it the more odd it looks.

This is Thomas all nice and clean after his bath and “pretending” to be asleep for the camera.

Now that we have moved his bedroom downstairs we can hear just how long it takes Thomas to go to sleep at night. Usually he lies in bed singing, pretending to read in the dark or talking to the 10 or 12 toys he has taken to bed with him that night. I usually let him continue for about 30 minutes before I go in there to tell him it’s time to go to sleep. The funny thing is that when he hears me open the door he gets down under his covers and makes snoring sounds so I will think he’s asleep. It’s so funny because he can’t help doing it without a smile on his face and his fake snoring is actually quite good (must be all that time listening to his father). This kid cracks me up. 🙂

Saying goodbye to our house the way it is.

The porta potty has arrived (for the workers, not for us) and the dumpster will be delivered by the time we get home. Who knows what else will have transpired by then, but I do know that our lives are about to get just a little more crazy.

I took this photo of our upstairs hallway. The space is so pokey that it’s impossible to get a clear picture of the space. This is the view from our bedroom to the stairs.

There are so many things I hate about our second floor:

• Thomas’ tiny 9×9 bedroom
• The teeny tiny little toilet room that I hate using
• The fact that we have just one hot wire that powers the lights so everything is on pull cord
• The lack of elecrtrical outlets (and the fact that the one in Thomas’ room doesn’t work at all)
• No insulation – Stinking hot in summer and freezing in winter – and heating in only one room.
• The fact that opening a window takes super human strength
• The one closet that fits most of my clothes but none of Kei’s

But on the other hand… this is the very first house we bought together – just two years ago, warts and all. I painted Thomas very first bedroom myself, 9×9 is a cute size for a nursery and I like living without dust and construction.

So I have mixed feelings… but admittedly they are leaning very strongly to one side. Bring it on!