Picture catch up

I am feeling a sort of lethargy about posting. Maybe due to my sleep muddled brain that has started getting up at 6:30, but hasn't been going to bed any earlier to make up for that. Anyway, here is a somewhat, mindless post. That is the beauty of pictures. They are worth a thousand words. So 20 some pictures is a really wordy post. So I will just stop writing now.

Except I want to explain the pictures. So I will.

This was taken in a fit of pride. Justin was working in Syracuse this particular week and the room upstairs was needing to get done. So I went upstairs and ripped out all the sheetrock by the stairs. A week later when I was standing there thinking we would be DONE now if I hadn't pulled the sheetrock off, I wasn't quite so pleased with myself. Still, I felt accomplished, pulling off all this sheetrock while keeping my four children alive by myself. Especially since I was ripping it off the attic side as well, which is a favorite playground for mice. I felt big and brave.

Look how cleanly I pulled it all off!

There it is--all I did. 

And then, I did this too. 

Tori and Livie helped me with the boards that touch the ceiling, but I did the half wall by the stairs.

Yeah, that's right. I used a chop saw. AND an air gun. Bazinga. I felt powerful. 

What Gilbert looks like after a day of Mommy pulling sheetrock off. And not attending to his every whim. He is still happy anyway. I like to console myself with this thought.

And what the kid's room looked like. Yes, the bed broke. "We were just sitting on it!" Uh huh.

Justin home and doing a lot more than I did. At this point I was a little concerned by how much wood there was in the room.

Gilbert was glad to have a professional to watch, rather than a befuddled, dusty, impatient, incoherent mother

Cherry tomatoes. Der.

Opening a present from Grandma Nola after Papa and Grandma Dawna got here. See? The kids room got cleaned and the bed fixed!

A hedgehog puppet. With a bandanna neckerchief. This hedgehog likes to terrorize people. And try to bite them or tickle them. Gilbert sort of thinks it is a bear. He loves it. 

Owen and Papa trying to roll each other off the carpet they were about to lay. I think the room looks much less woody now that it is painted. Unfortunately, some of the pine knots are bleeding through. But it still looks nice!

Gilbert telling a fascinating story while painting with Grandma Dawna

Painting

Us. I love this one. 

Running to the barn

And there we are.