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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Working, working, working
The purpose of posting a picture of my wall. To keep me motivated, hopefully to get these projects done while working on Blue Lady stuff and taking care of the girls. I've finally gotten the front room(aka Mom's Art Room) painted. Now I need to finish it up by painting the stairwell and hallway. We're going from a mocha color to Navajo white. Not pure white, a bit of color, but it lightens that room up nicely and since I spend a great deal of time working in that room its a good thing. As you might have noted, my girls have been using the hallway as an art gallery. Featured in this show is Katy's Picaso inspired painting.
Yes, the artwork will go back after the paint dries!
So this weekend's task: To paint the hallway. (Yes, Mike, this means I've decided to postpone the bathroom.)
Yes, the artwork will go back after the paint dries!
So this weekend's task: To paint the hallway. (Yes, Mike, this means I've decided to postpone the bathroom.)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Such a cute face, such a pity she's a toddler....
Slipping away are the days when I referred to my youngest as the good one. Sadly, I must report that at one and half years of age she is turning into a toddler.
Yesterday my middle girl, Anna comes to me as I'm working online and tells me there is a funny smell downstairs. I'm assuming some little one needs a change. Turns out there isn't anything funny about the smell as I'm greeted to this awful acrid burnt smell, I think it must be the furnace and turn it off, verify that the house is not in fact on fire and settle in to air out the house and call the heating company to check it out. An hour or so later the smell is still there, seems to be getting stronger, I'm about to call the gas company or the fire department when I decide to check the thermostat one last time before we leave. Its off, but the dial on the box next to it is set to 70.
The old baseboard heating sytem is on. The baseboard that my couch is sitting against, is on. A quick visual check shows nothing burnt, so the smell was most likely a couple decades worth of dust inside the unit burning off.
So I had two suspects, Anna knows better then to mess with it, Tara on the other hand is delighting in her new found height and abilities to get into things she should not so it is over. I must face the fact that my baby, my youngest is a toddler.
Yesterday my middle girl, Anna comes to me as I'm working online and tells me there is a funny smell downstairs. I'm assuming some little one needs a change. Turns out there isn't anything funny about the smell as I'm greeted to this awful acrid burnt smell, I think it must be the furnace and turn it off, verify that the house is not in fact on fire and settle in to air out the house and call the heating company to check it out. An hour or so later the smell is still there, seems to be getting stronger, I'm about to call the gas company or the fire department when I decide to check the thermostat one last time before we leave. Its off, but the dial on the box next to it is set to 70.
The old baseboard heating sytem is on. The baseboard that my couch is sitting against, is on. A quick visual check shows nothing burnt, so the smell was most likely a couple decades worth of dust inside the unit burning off.
So I had two suspects, Anna knows better then to mess with it, Tara on the other hand is delighting in her new found height and abilities to get into things she should not so it is over. I must face the fact that my baby, my youngest is a toddler.
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