Back in Our House

We moved back into our house after the painter (painstakingly) completed the three-week-indoor paint job. I can't really complain though, because sleeping outside in our camper for just about two months was delightful . . . crickets and katydids serenading us to sleep, coyotes yipping through Granny's yard every night and even an owl visiting occasionally. I miss being up there a little bit, but its always there. Mom said that when she was growing up in the country in Appleton (what was the country, but is now 24 Road/Mall area) they had a summer house, which consisted of screens and cots. Sounds like we have another project for next summer, up at Granny's. We couldn't really sleep outside here in Palisade because of the train . . . toot! Toot! I took a painting class awhile back and a train rolled through and the other ladies in the class sighed and said, "Oh, I just love the train!" And I said, "You might not like it so much at 4am. " But I digress.

The house is BITCHIN'! Of course I'm not Brittany on the spot for pics, so you'll just have to take my word for it, until I can get the camera crap together. I love it. It feels really warm and homey, as opposed to pre-remodel, where it felt apartment-y-squater-esk. New blinds, bitchin', new-fresh colorful paint, bitchin', kitchin, SUPER bitchin'. Painting the old, beat cupboards white (Steamed Milk, to be precise) was the right choice. The Quartzite countertops are awesome and easy to keep clean and the stove is the holy grail of stoves . . . the center piece of the house. Ok - enough toot! Tootin' of my own horn! We're glad to be back in beds, anyway. OH - and we now have black-out blinds in the bedrooms, which probably saved me some jail time. I was close, so close to going into the alley in the dark of night and shooting out the alley light that clicks on and off every thirty seconds all night long . . . I tried to talk Andrew into taking an ax to the power supply, but he said that would kill him, so we were thinking BB gun might do the trick. Why are there streetlights in our alley, but not on our street, anyway? Wierd.

The girls are getting excited for the new baby. Cecilia wanted a boy for months and months, but the other day, she changed to our team and is now hoping for a girl, too. Not that we won't love to have a boy . . . as my friend Karen says, we need a boy so that we're not scraping the estrogen off our walls . . . a boy would be nice to even things out. Andrew would have someone on team testosterone, too. We're only about - sheesh, two and half weeks away from baby day (give or take a couple of weeks - hopefully give!) I swear, I feel like I'm getting smaller this week. Eat more . . . eat more . . . I feel so good that its hard to believe that I'm almost at the end. Maybe I'll be a month overdue, then I will have ALL the boxes unpacked, the trim will be done, I'll have a place for new baby to sleep and Cecilia will sleep in her own bed all night long! Right?! My baby shower was really, really sweet and fun. Thanks to sweet, sweet friends and especially Jackie, Amy and my mom for organizing. The team effort was great because nobody was overtaxed (at least I hope not!) How can life be so sweet? And then to have a baby on the way? No way! I must be living under a lucky star. I'm sorry my Ft. Collins peeps couldn't be there, but hopefully I'll get to see them all soon - we miss 'em!