House renovations, take one: The Floors

Oh, hey! Just coming up for air over here and I feel the need to report on some major home renovations that have taken place in the 3 weeks we've owned our house. I feel like we are machines with all of this DIY-madness and yet our pesky 'real jobs' are seriously affecting our ability to get things done as quickly as we'd like. There are only so many hours in the day, right?

Remember that there are the Big Three projects we want to complete prior to moving into the house: 1. The floors, 2. The kitchen, and 3. Painting. This tiny little list is a little deceiving because simple words like 'do the kitchen' actually means spending hundreds of hours on various projects within the four kitchen walls. A little word like 'paint' doesn't really capture the fact that we are painting every wall in the house, the ceilings of some rooms, the crown molding, wood trim, etc etc etc. I am about painted out, my friends, but we aren't quite finished yet.

And so, 'part one' of our renovations shall be documented here. Because one of out of our three big projects is complete!! The floors are done, holla!! And so a big chunk of our budget is also gone:)

1. The Floors.

Well, if you do remember, our entire house was carpeted with blue wool carpeting including the stairs and every bedoom on the second floor (well, technically the bedrooms and hallways up there weren't blue but whatever.) The kitchen contained some awesome 70's linoleum that was a lovely creamy/gray color. And yet we knew our entire house MUST have original hardwood flooring hiding underneath the carpet and linoleum. So on the second night of owning our house, after Truman went to bed, I went over there with Nate and my father-in-law while Lois listened to Truman's baby monitor at home. And the boys went.to.town on that carpeting.

They pulled every single strip of it up on their own in two nights. Then they had to remove all of the little boards with eleventy billion nails and staples across all of our floors. They only cussed a few times and I think the worst of it was on the stairs, where there were seriously about a million staples just hanging out on our wood. Then they had to gather up all of the nasty carpet pieces, the deathly splintered wood strips, and the numerous nails/staples and they hauled it off to the dump in a friend's big truck. I think it took about 3 loads to get rid of it all and I actually did help gather some of it up because I could tell that this project was getting VERY old to the men:) I don't think any of us were too terribly sad to say goodbye to that wool carpeting and I know Nate's allergies were really giving him hell after all of that work. But the good news is: by having the boys do all of this prep work for our floors, we saved about $600 bucks! The hardwood flooring company that came in later said the guys did a great job and it was a total money saver on our end and so I declare it was worth it. :) They did not touch the linoleum in the kitchen, though, since it was 3 layers deep and full of black tar that I was worried contained asbestos. We gladly paid an extra $150 to have the pros remove that junk.

(the uncovered hardwood discovered! And the kitchen linoleum, too)
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So next step was getting the professional company to come and give us an estimate. Because our floors were 'protected' by the carpet for the past 40 years they were in really, really good shape. But man, that varnish was pretty freaking ugly and we knew the floors needed a good sanding, then a stain, and then a finish. The company we chose was super fast with their work and it only took them two days to sand the entire place, one day to stain, and then two days to apply the finish. Amazing. If we had attempted this task on our own I think we'd still be sanding our life away.

(after day one of sanding...wow!)
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After they did the sanding we could immediately see the lovely potential in our wood floors---which have very narrow planks at just 1.5 inches, compared to the typical 2.25 inches you see. The entire house has red oak wood except for the kitchen, where it's maple instead. I was beyond stressed when I had to pick out the stain all by myself on a day Nate was working. They showed me these three options and I was sweating bullets about this decision. Although Truman was present during the turmoil he was mostly focused on his Elmo DVD and didn't exactly help me out too much.

(nutmeg, golden oak, or natural finish without stain. I picked the middle 'golden oak' after much debate between that and the nutmeg. I really did love the darker stain but was worried it was a bit ashy. Plus the hardwood dudes thought the golden oak would look best and swore it would turn out darker when applied to the entire floors, along with the top coat finish. Seriously such a big decision!)
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We knew we'd want the oak in the majority of the house to be stained, but the maple in the kitchen should always remain natural, apparently. After being really worried that the kitchen would have a lot of damage to the original wood, considering the layers of linoleum and years of being totally hidden--there was only one small repair that was needed in there. The rest of the wood was in 'excellent shape.' The repair required the company cutting down 'standard' size planks to our narrow width, sanding, and finishing it off. I am so glad we had them repair that patch for us. Again, money well spent, in my opinion.

(before--in the kitchen, after sanding, discovering the missing patch of wood.)

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(after--note the new replaced wood on the bottom right corner of this pic. Fully refinished without stain in the kitchen!)
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We chose to 'upgrade' our finish to the top of the line, strongest/hardest brand out there. It only needed two coats and it should last us a VERY long time. I have to say that I am obsessed with our hardwood floors now and it was money well spent (although it did cost a pretty penny). And what a blessing that the floors were in such great shape under the carpet and that even the kitchen turned out so wonderfully. We were worried the kitchen might be in rough shape and we'd have to tile it or lay down engineered wood instead. But nope, all original stuff, baby. (Besides that little patch in the kitchen)

Final reveal photos!!

(Main room before we moved in...)
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(After removing the carpet...)
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(After sanding...)
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(Ta Da!! Stained and Refinished)
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I just realized I haven't taken any pictures of the upstairs bedrooms with the refinished floors. I promise that we also did the entire second floor, too. You will see more pictures of the upstairs in my future 'painting posts', though, don't worry.

And so, project #1 out of 3 is done. And of course, this is the only one that was done mostly by the professionals. The kitchen and the painting is pretty much all us. Stay tuned for updates on those babies!

27 weeks: A 'Chinese' Cabbage

Twenty-Seven weeks: 2.29.12 (this post is SUPER late this week--whoops!)


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Photo thoughts: I've been writing these posts on Tuesday nights since I turn weeks over on Wednesdays. I usually try to take the picture Tuesday afternoon so that the post can be up 'on time' on Wednesdays, but this time after writing the post on Tuesday we didn't take the picture until Saturday. Hence the very late post. However, I'm glad we waited because we got beautiful snow Friday night which made for pretty pictures complete with icy trees. Almost broke my neck walking on our deck with my dressy boots but it was worth it. Also--wow. My belly is no joke now.

 
Size of baby: A 'Chinese cabbage' according to BC and still an eggplant according to TB, assuming you go by the old standard list they have always had for the monthly foods. I think they also mention a cauliflower for this week somewhere in the internets, but I'm going to have to use that baby down the line when these odd/huge foods are difficult to obtain. And so, obviously, I just used a regular old cabbage this time anyway. No idea what a Chinese cabbage looks like.

Cravings: Sweets. And really, all food. All the time. Still starving and still enduring the battle between my brain that wants to exercise some will power over my giant appetite, and my stomach-mouth combo that only cares about getting fed all the freaking time. Baby girl better be very appreciative of my ever-growing body in her honor.

What I love: Pretty sure 27 weeks is the third trimester milestone, right? I love that in itself. Plus, not sure I've adequately gushed over how much I simply love being pregnant. I'm definitely one of those girls out there who adores the entire process: marveling at how my body can grow another human being inside, feeling her move like crazy, and anticipating meeting this baby girl is all too much to handle sometimes. I just love it all and I'm not just saying that because I'm in the 'perfect' stage of pregnancy before I get too big to enjoy it. I really do feel so incredibly blessed to be in this position after such a rough miscarriage last year. Thank you, God.

What I'm looking forward to the most: Besides meeting our little girl THE MONTH AFTER NEXT (!!!), I can't wait to be settled into the new house so I can nest like a mad pregnant chick.

Worries: I used the doppler for the first time in weeks (months?) the other morning when I realized I hadn't felt her kick much in the past few hours. Really hate that sense of dread and panic, like something just HAS to be wrong. But really like when she proves my negative instinct wrong with a perfectly strong heartbeat and then a ton of kicks just minutes later. Again: thank goodness for my doppler.

What is different this time around: Aww, last time my belly was finally starting to pop out and I was shocked at how much growth Truman had in the past month. I was getting ready for my first baby shower and was still running three days per week. This time I'm still pretty shocked at the growth spurt weeks 23-27 have produced but we definitely don't have any showers on the horizon and I'm  happy if I get out to walk a few days per week with Truman and Henry in tow. Can't imagine what it would be like to run with this pregnant belly this time around. Pretty sure I'd pee myself in 2 minutes flat.

Symptoms: Some more mild back pain every now and then but nothing too horrible. And I officially have to 'cheat' and use my arms to sit up from a laying down position now, or else I have to roll on my side to push up to sitting. Those ab muscles are definitely stretching out to the point of ridiculousness and it only makes sense to grunt and moan when moving around, just to get a little compassion from the old hubs. Right? Also, had a few nights while reading to Truman in his bed when my heart was sort of racing and I couldn't catch my breath. Pretty weird but I'll chalk that up to a big belly and internal organs pushing on my lungs and will refrain from assuming I'm having a heart attack.

Sleep: Love it. No complaints. Even took a few naps this week just to relive what it was like in my first trimester:)

Movement: Still all over the place and definitely getting stronger. As in, sometimes she will catch me off guard and I almost gasp at how hard she just kicked/punched me in the bladder. Love to watch my belly bounce around when I'm laying on the couch. It just never gets old.

The belly: Very round, belly button is looking pretty freaky, and my skin is starting to itch. No stretch marks just yet but I'm wondering if I could possibly be lucky enough to avoid them again. Time will tell, I suppose, but I'm hoping my mom's good 'anti-stretch mark genes' are still on my side.


Milestones: In this THIRD TRIMESTER milestone week, baby girl is 2 pounds and 14.5 inches long. Isn't that gigantic?? She has regular sleep/wake cycles, is opening her eyes, and sucking on her fingers. Baby's lungs are still very immature but they could probably function in the outside world with a lot of medical help. Of course, I don't want her to get any ideas from that statement but it's just neat to think she is really gearing up to be outside of the womb. Oh, and I passed my glucose test and my blood counts are just fine, too. 
  
Amusing comments from the general public:  This actually happened on Wednesday--the exact day I turned 27 weeks, and it has to be the worst comment I've received yet. A patient's caregiver asked when I was due and when I told her 'the end of May' she raised her eyebrow and said, 'You are so small.' I spouted off my usual response with phrases like 'long torso, I'm 5'10" so it spreads out' and she was obviously formulating her own opinions as I spoke. Then she uttered the kicker: 'Well, I can tell you are sort of pudgy right now (gesturing to her own cheeks), but normally you are thin everywhere else outside of pregnancy.' I was floored. You are telling me that my face is fat but normally I'm thin when not pregnant? Really? This chick is not exactly a size 2 by any means and in my pregnant fury I wanted to seriously smack her in her in the non-pregnant cheeks. Then I spent way too long staring at my face in the mirror that night and I have decided that sure---I've probably gained some of my weight there, but it's not nearly as bad as it was at the end of my pregnancy with Truman. So I suppose I better come up with a better come back to insensitive comments like these to prepare for further bashing. Maybe something like, 'Oh yeah? My face might be swollen but at least I'm not a rude/idiotic wench' sounds about right to me. :)

Best moment of the week: I discovered an amazing children's consignment shop in our area and had to exercise some SERIOUS restraint to avoid buying about 25 baby girl outfits there. I only came away with 5 and felt very proud of this feat. I cannot get over the adorable girl clothes out there and although I love dressing my little boy, it's definitely 100 times easier to find cute things for girls. I also have to put my 26 week OB appointment down as a 'best moment' because I just love her to death and can't believe it's already time to increase the frequency of my appointments. I go back in 2 weeks, then another 3 weeks to bring me to 32 weeks and then after that she wants to see me every single week to monitor my BP very closely in light of my pre-E last time (which, in case you were wondering, my BP has been fab thus far). Dude, weekly appointments are just around the corner. And I have been having lightbulb moments this week, like: I am actually having a baby in the near future.

24 months (aka Two Years!!)

Oh my goodness, mister man. You are two years old today!! I simply cannot get over the contradiction of time's passage: it's ONLY been two years since you were born and yet it's ALREADY been two years. I can barely remember our lives without you as the center, but it's flown by with a blink of the eye at the same time. This will be my last monthly post to document your progress because I just can't keep up with you anymore (in more ways than one) and I'll admit it's sort of bittersweet to be finished with these posts. I know you won't care for many more years but I hope you can look back on these monthly updates in your yearly albums and smile at how much you have changed. I know I do that frequently. You are so loved, buddy. I hope you realize that.

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I'm really glad this is a leap year, just to enjoy one more day of you being one year old and savoring the time before you officially jump to TWO whole years of age. Why do I feel like crying when I think about you turning two? It's not like you are 18 and leaving me for college but it's still a wake-up call for me to relax and enjoy these magical 'little kid' days before they slip away too quickly. And with that, let's look back at the month of February for one last recap, shall we?

(crappy iPhone pic, but you love cheesing for the camera now)
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This month was a pretty big one for you as a teeny person and for your parents as big people. Since we officially bought our first home this month, it's meant lots of trips back and forth between this new 'strange' and empty house that you will surely love in the not-so-distant future and our current comfy pad. Lots of changes are headed your way, buddy, and I think you are starting to figure it out. Because this month you've been all about mommy and your monkey blanket. Perhaps needing a little comfort and security in these times of change?

(Valentines Day at Home Depot. You didn't seem to mind picking paint colors with us, since you had a ginormous cart to drive)
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You had a cold at the beginning of the month, which isn't that big of a deal but this winter has been 1000 times healthier than last winter so even a little cold is enough to make life seem bleaker around here. Last year at this time you were averaging a cold a month, plus you had one ear infection, and one case of possible pneumonia. This winter has been SO much better, but alas--this little cold you got did, in fact, lead to your second-ever ear infection. Boo. Poor dude with the fever and fussiness at bedtime made my heart break. Of course, I took you to the doctor the day before we were set to fly out to Missouri, just you and I, for my friend's wedding. And of course, you managed to handle the flight like a total trooper despite your ear infection. I was nervous to take you on the plane all by myself...while pregnant....and carrying bags for us both through the airport while tending to you at the same time. But whaddya know---it was a piece of cake and we had a blast in Missouri together.

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(crappy iPhone pic but isn't my date SO handsome?!?)
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When we got home, you were totally fine for about a week and then you suddenly had a fever again one day after a nap. You never get fevers unless something is really up so I took you to the walk-in clinic that night to be sure that your ear infection wasn't back. It wasn't, and you also didn't have strep---but apparently some 'virus' was still working it's way out of your system. I had to miss a day of work and then we had a whole weekend together while you recovered and while daddy had to be at a work function both Saturday and Sunday. Those four days together, cooped up in this house during the cold winter, while you weren't feeling very good were pretty rough, bud. I think we were BOTH happy to get back into the routine of daycare/work the following Monday when you were all better. And um, you really scared me when you slept until 10 am that Saturday you were sick because we all know your favorite wake-up time is NEVER EVER past 6 am. I knew you were really fighting a bug when you slept your life away and although I've had my mornings in the past two years when I wish you'd just sleep in already....it wasn't that much fun to constantly check on your breathing status, either. Yes, an ordinary day when you are healthy and we are busy is a very nice thing to have and I promise not to take these 'boring' days for granted anymore.

What else? Hmmm.

Your vocabulary is growing every day and I think my new favorite words of yours must be: monkey, Bert & Ernie, and school bus. The way you say these words are so stinking cute it is sickening.

You are still mister social and love playing with your friends. But lately I've noticed you are getting more shy around strangers and prefer to be really REALLY quiet around them until you've checked them out completely. Daddy says you are really shy at this session of swimming lessons because there are about four times as many kids there---but you still love swimming, even if you are the quiet kid who is very serious about the whole thing.

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You love to give us trouble when it comes to eating real meals. Meaning, if you had it your way you'd just eat snack foods 24/7 without stopping to sit at the table for any true sustenance made of actual protein or veggies. I'm trying not to worry about that too much because you are obviously growing well but I also don't want you to be a kid that only eats Kix cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. At over 30 pounds you aren't exactly starving but still---let's work on eating something other than empty carbs this next year, okay?

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You love your big boy bed and have been rocking the sleep department. Still taking 3 hour naps every day and usually sleeping about 10 hours at night, too. I absolutely love reading to you in your bed, then turning off the light and singing a few song while your eyes get heavy. You haven't been fussing at all at bedtime lately and when you wake in the morning you simply call, 'mama! yellow!' because your tot clock is yellow and you are allowed to wake up:) I sure hope that your sleep isn't too messed up after our move....and after your sister arrives. We are really going to rock the boat a bit over the next few months here, buddy. Sorry about that. But you are just such a great kid that I'm sure you will surprise us with how wonderfully you handle it all in stride.

(this is you sleeping like a rock, before I had to wake you up from a 3.5 hour nap. Silly boy)
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You are totally obsessed with Thomas the train now. Elmo and Chuggington are still up there in the rankings, and Fireman Sam is sometimes your top pick. But Thomas and Friends has become your new true love, except you really HATE Cranky the Crane and he makes you whimper every time he comes on the screen. You are definitely becoming fearful of certain thing now and I do not mind comforting you (or just fast forwarding through the darn crane scenes). Your obsession with garbage trucks, working trucks, and now buses keeps us quite entertained whenever we are driving in the car together. You love pointing out every single 'big truck' and 'yellow bus' to me as we go down the road. And you've even picked up on the meaning of stoplights and their colors, telling me that green means go and red means 'spot'. That 'stop' word is a tricky one, huh?

(a little vid where you talk about your birthday. So cute)



We've started to color with markers a lot more lately and you demand that I draw you Elmos and Cookie Monsters and garbage trucks every time. Definitely challenging my artistic skills with those requests but we always manage to make masterpieces on that paper. You can entertain yourself for much longer periods of time now, too and sometimes I really think you need your alone time. But let's get real: mostly when you go off into a corner alone it means you are taking a big poop, because you are NOT into the potty at all these days. I guess those few weeks when the potty was all the rage were just a glimpse into the future when we can actually take you out of diapers.

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This update is getting long, mister Truman, but I just wanted to try and capture the essence of you in my words for one last monthly post. We are having a 'low key' birthday party brunch for you this weekend but I know you are still too little to really care about parties and presents and celebrations. But you are just such a blessing to us that I just couldn't 'skip' a little get-together in your honor this year despite me being totally stressed out about the new house and being substantially pregnant. Sure, there is a lot going on for us right now but today is your day, buddy. And I hope you know how lucky we feel to be your parents. You are the best, Truman.

Love always,
Mama

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(the slideshow I made for his party this weekend---all still shots of our man from the past year.)


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